hold his head in place while he lapped at her. She lifted her knees to give him better access to her, and with her other hand gathered a handful of the sheets in her fist.
Sheâd never had a man be so concerned with her pleasure before his own. This was a rare man who had walked into the saloon tonight unexpectedly. He had fought for herâa fight that had, in itself, excited her tremendouslyâ taken her back to his room, and given her more pleasure than sheâd ever known. She was determined to enjoy every moment of it, and for the rest of the night make sure that he enjoyed it too.
If it was possible, she was going to make sure he couldnât walk out of the room.
TWENTY-FIVE
Clint and the sheriff had made tentative plans to have breakfast together the next morning to discuss strategy. Rio had left before the sun came upâafter theyâd had sex over and over againâand when the knock came at his door, Clint wasnât sure his legs would take him there.
If history was any indicator, it was either the sheriff or his wife. He still took his gun with him, though, when he answered the door while wrapped in the bedsheet.
âNot interrupting anythinâ, am I?â Andy Taylor asked.
Clint looked around at his empty room and said, âNo, youâre not.â
âToo early for breakfast?â
âJust give me a few minutes.â
âThereâs a café down the street, serves a fair breakfast, although I wouldnât eat anything else there if I was you.â
âIâll keep that in mind,â Clint said. âIâll meet you there. Order me steak and eggs and lots of hot, strong coffee.â
âCominâ up.â
Clint closed the door and started to look around the room for his pants.
The smell of coffee hit him as he entered the small café. There were several tables taken, and in the back sat Sheriff Taylor.
âI thought youâd like an isolated table,â the lawman said.
âThanks,â Clint said. âAnd thanks for this,â he added, pouring himself a cup of coffee from the pot on the table.
âLong night?â
âVery long.â
âI understand you had a run-in at the saloon.â
Clint regarded Taylor over the rim of his coffee mug.
âYou heard about that, huh?â
âI checked on Winston this morning,â the sheriff said. âHeâs gonna be okay. You broke his jaw.â
Clint winced. âIâm sorry about that,â he said. âHe pushed.â
âI heard,â Taylor said. âI came to your room last night, but it sounded like you were busy.â
âI was occupied,â Clint said. âWhatâd you want last night?â
âJust to check on you and make sure you were okay,â the sheriff said.
âWell, I appreciate that, Sheriff.â
A waiter came with two plates of steak and eggs and set them down in front of the men. At first bite Clint realized Taylor was right. The food was only fair, but the coffee was good and Clint ordered another pot.
âYour wife doesnât mind you going out for breakfast?â Clint asked.
âSheâs not cookinâ me breakfast much these days,â Taylor said.
âThat right? Well, I guess there are problems in all marriages at one time or another.â
âIâm not gonna worry about that unless I come out of this alive.â
âSounds like good logic to me.â
Clint wondered if the sheriff knew that his wife had come to see him last night. There was nothing in his demeanor to indicate that he did, but who knew?
âWhatâs on your mind for today?â Taylor asked.
âWhenâs Pine due?â
âTomorrow, I guess, or maybe the next day,â Taylor said with a shrug. âNo later.â
âWe better go around town and see if we can drum up some help.â
âIâve been all over town twice,â the lawman said. âNobodyâs
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