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wasn t looking at her at all. He sat at the table and seemed to be very interested in his fingernails as she
poured the coffee. She wasn t sure if she should be insulted or not.
 I ve got the harness nearly ready. I need you to try it on so I can make sure the size is right. She set
the coffee pot back on the stove and fixed a plate of bacon, biscuits and eggs for him. No doubt he had a
big appetite after such strenuous activities.
The thought made her want to laugh, but she swallowed the urge back down. No need for him to think
she was as crazy as her mind was that morning.
 Sure thing, Miz Blanchard. I appreciate you working on it.
Miz Blanchard? Now she really was insulted. The man had had various parts of his body intertwined
and melded with hers there was no call to use her formal name like that. He was being ornery on purpose.
 I d do it for anyone in need really. Genny fixed her own plate while gritting her teeth.  It s the
Christian thing to do after all. Helping souls in need, I mean.
When her plate hit the table, his head snapped up and he finally looked at her. What she d taken for
rudeness and dismissal was actually fear and doubt. That changed things and let the wind out of her sails of
righteous anger.
 It s especially nice to be able to help someone I know and, uh, like. She offered him a small smile,
and he nodded before turning back to his food.
 Well I don t like him. Sophie spoke around the half-eaten biscuit in her mouth.  He s bossy.
Genny swallowed a scalding mouthful of coffee so she didn t choke on it.  That s not very polite, and
Mr. Blackwood here is only telling you to do your chores. Why, I d do the same thing if I was in the barn,
and you know it.
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Sophie furrowed her brow and looked at her mother.  Your face is all red and there s a rash on your
neck, Mama. You ain t getting sick, are you?
Oh, hell and damnation. Genny hadn t counted on whisker burn, but given her pale skin, it would be
inevitable there d be evidence left.  No, I was hot last night and scratched myself up a bit. It s nothing.
Her eyes flickered to Lee s for just a moment and that s all it took for her arousal to spark. His nostrils
flared and her pussy throbbed. Well, she had her answer as to whether or not they both wanted it again.
 Why don t you work on brushing Ned this morning? I ll bet he d enjoy that. Genny continued as if
she wasn t flushed and stupidly horny.  He did a lot of work yesterday and needs some special attention.
Sophie stood and narrowed her eyes.  I ll take care of our horse in our barn. Just so long as I don t
have to take no orders from the likes of him.
With that she walked out, nose in the air, her self-righteous crown firmly positioned on her little head.
It wasn t until the door closed that a laugh burst from Genny.
 That child has entirely too much attitude, Lee grumbled.  Someone ought to take a switch to that
little fanny.
Genny shook her head.  It isn t as if she doesn t come by it honest. I m afraid I always had a bit of
sass in me as well. She s just feeling& free, and giving her limits right now, well, it d be very hard for me
to do.
 I ll do it. He gulped the rest of his coffee.
 I m sure you would. Genny smiled at his orneriness, which he apparently didn t realize mimicked
Sophie s.
Lee glanced up at her.  You just going to let her run wild then?
 It s not your business, but no, I m not. Doing chores will help her get her own control back.
 She s seven, not twenty-seven. She needs a mother. He stood and stared at Genny with annoyance.
Genny stood and walked over to him, her anger stirred up now.  My daughter is my business, Mr.
Blackwood. I ll thank you to keep your opinions to yourself on how to raise her.
He leaned down, his brown eyes dancing with indignation and passion.  You d best start raising her
right then.
 You re a bastard. Her breath came in short gasps as she tried to sort out the difference between her
anger and her arousal.
 No, but I can be a son of a bitch. He grabbed her and yanked her flush against his hard body. When
his lips came down on hers, they weren t gentle at all.
Damn if she didn t almost burn into a cinder right then and there. She wrapped her arms around him
and scratched at his back, even as her tongue dueled with his. They might have continued on to the
bedroom if Sophie hadn t stomped back in the door.
 Mama, what in tarnation are you doing kissing him?
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Genny wanted a hole to open up in the floor and swallow her right then and there. Of course, it didn t
happen so she had to extricate herself from Lee and step away. With a shaky smile, she turned to her
daughter.
 I was just saying thanks for all his hard work.
Sophie narrowed her eyes.  That s an awful big thank you. You don t kiss Mr. Marchison like that
when he loads the wagon.
Genny managed a small chuckle even if her heart was beating so hard it actually hurt.  Mr. Marchison
doesn t work for me. I pay him to load the wagon, yes, but he s not the kissing type. I just tell him thank
you instead.
She heard Lee muffle a snort behind her and wanted to kick him. This was harder for her than him and
he had no call to make her feel even worse. Sophie didn t look convinced at all as she marched over and sat
at the table, leveling her stare at Lee.
 Ah, now let s get that harness fitted so we can get you to work. Genny forced a brightness in her
tone she surely wasn t feeling. Although her body throbbed and pulsed for more, she had to force her desire
away and focus on fitting the harness correctly.
Awkward wasn t quite the right word for how she felt holding the contraption up against Lee and
touching him. Particularly with Sophie a foot away watching them.
Genny was more self-conscious than anything. Oh hell, she didn t know what she felt. All she knew is
this man and she had a connection. Something she wouldn t have been able to explain if asked, but there
was definitely something between them.
It didn t matter that he only had one arm. It didn t matter that she was a widow with a less-than-
perfect past. It was apparent he had been through quite a bit in his life, perhaps even as much as she had.
The war had not been kind to him, that was obvious, but there was something else, something deeper.
Something that had festered inside him longer than the past six or seven years.
No one got to be an adult with such a deep scar inside, even more painful than the one on the outside,
without there being some kind of tragedy in his life. She was curious, but honestly, she shouldn t be poking
her nose into Lee s business. It was, after all, his business.
He smelled good as if he d just washed with soap and warm water. He d shaved too. There was a nick
on his chin. Genny had to resist the urge to kiss it.
There it was. That attraction, that indefinable link between them. She had to make a choice to either
let go of her doubts and fly with it or stop the relationship completely. Genny wondered if she had wings.
 So how is this contraption supposed to work now? Lee interrupted her musings.
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