Free The Lawman (The Willow Creek Series #1) by Lily Graison Page A

snorted a laugh. He rolled toward her and lifted his hand, pulling a hank of her hair forward over her shoulder. He stared at it, rubbing the strands between his fingers before looking up at her. “So, what happens now?”
    Abigail wasn’t sure what he meant. Was he asking her about what she’d do after tomorrow? Their teasing marriage plans or something else? She wasn’t sure and didn’t want to assume anything. She’d done that already and was still confused by it. She sat up, slid to the edge of the bed and looked back over her shoulder at him. “At the moment, I’m going to try out that fancy washroom you have at the end of the hall. Is that tub big enough for two?”
    He grinned and sat up. “Yeah. Want some company?”
    “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.” She stood and walked to the door, not bothering to look and see if he was following her. She was sure he was. Any man who could go that long and love a woman so completely surely wouldn’t be sated after one roll across the bed. It’s probably why he spent so much time over at that saloon. Abigail frowned while thinking of those women. Come tomorrow, Morgan would probably be back over there giving one of them a mind blowing orgasm strong enough to shake her entire world.
    Opening the washroom door, she glanced over her shoulder. He was walking the length of the hall toward her, his predatory gaze fixed to her backside. She smiled while looking at him. If she had anything to do with it, Morgan Avery wouldn’t step foot inside that saloon again for anything other than a shot of whiskey. She may not have known if him agreeing to marry her was just his way of teasing her or not but by morning, she’d be damned sure he thought twice before telling her no.
     

Chapter Six
     
    The walk to the jail was for once, done with a whistle and a lively step. Morgan couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so—alive. He’d woke to the feel of warm lips wrapped around his cock, soft hands running laps over his chest and belly and hadn’t wanted to leave the bed all day. He wouldn’t have either if his stomach hadn’t started growling. Abigail had laughed, kissed him until he was ready to take her again and crawled from his bed. He’d watched her walk away, her heart shaped naked bottom swaying from side to side, with a smile on his face.
    That smile vanished at breakfast. When he engaged Abigail into a discussion about where she was from, she fed him a line about being an orphan. He’d believed her until those funny little splotches broke out on her neck and she refused to look at him. He knew then she was hiding something.
    When he reached the jail, he shut the door behind him, walked to the desk and pulled the drawer open, grabbing the stack of old wanted posters he kept inside. He studied each one, reading the description of every person listed and the crime they’d committed. Of the few women pictured, none of them even came close to resembling Abigail and he had to wonder if that was even her name. He remember asking her in the saloon the day the brawl broke out, and her hesitating when giving him her last name came back to him in an instant. Thornton wasn’t her last name. He’d bet his badge on it. If she wasn’t who she said she was, then who was she and what was she running from?
    Placing the posters back in his desk, he leaned back and stared across the jail, his gaze landing on the cell he’d locked her in. A brief thought of putting her back in there washed over him before he dismissed it. He’d left her in his kitchen, kissed so completely she’d been breathless when he turned to leave. She’d looked happy for the first time since he’d met her. Putting her back in that cell would accomplish nothing. Well, nothing other than making her mad at him again and he was enjoying her company too much at the moment to do that.
    He sighed, leaned forward and propped his elbows on the desk. If Abigail was in trouble, he needed to find out