Free Catch a Shooting Star jd edit 03 12 2012 html by Brianna Lee McKenzie

coming to see my father?”
    Travis started to stammer in response, but caught himself and cleared his throat as he answered, “Not exactly.”  He shifted in his saddle and tapped a finger to his Stetson in polite regard before he continued, “You may not remember me, but we met a few nights ago.  In a storm.”
    Savannah narrowed her eyes at the man who addressed her in more familiarity than she wanted to allow, but somehow, she felt that she did remember him.  It had been dark and rainy and the only time she was able to see his face that night was when the lightning sparked and illuminated his chiseled features.  Now, in the daylight, she saw him clearly and brilliantly as the morning sun carved out his handsome appearance.  The tan Stetson, which he had pushed back as he had saluted her, revealed thick light brown hair that curled up at the collar of his off-white shirt.  Her eyes followed the leather vest that barely covered the large barrel chest.  Her gaze floated across the broad, muscular shoulders and then down the sleeves of the shirt, which had been rolled up to his forearms threatening to breech their stitches and expose the bulging strength beneath them.  Daringly, she lowered her eyes to his equally powerful legs that hugged the sides of the big Palomino with rippling vigor and then down to the large boots that tipped up in the stirrups, having no problem keeping the giant horse in check.
    Savannah’s eyes followed his body’s lines back up to his handsome face and she could not help but smile at the memory of those full lips that had come so close to kissing her that night in the pouring rain.  Her heart fluttered when she saw the hazel, almost brown, eyes that had beheld her so comfortingly while she had shivered in his arms.  She swallowed hard against the dry lump in her throat when she took in the firm jaw line that rounded ever so slightly at the tip of his chin and then, as her eyes jumped from there to his cheeks, she had to smile at the dimples that revealed themselves when his mouth turned up in a grin that melted her heart all over again.
    “Yes,” she started, still staring at him in awe.  “Yes, I do remember you.  Travis was it?”
    Nodding, Travis widened his smile and reminded her, “I saved your life.”
    Savannah bowed her head in embarrassment, but then raised it in defense as she replied, “Well, I’m sure Dancer would have slowed down eventually and could have regained my control of him.”
    Upon hearing his name, the black gelding sidestepped into the belly of the golden Palomino, snorting and nodding his onyx head at the much larger horse.  Blazer merely snorted back, ignoring the smaller horse’s show of supremacy while pricking his ears back toward his rider for guidance.  When Travis clucked his tongue, Blazer obediently moved away from the smaller horse and its petite woman rider who pulled back on the reins in an effort to restrain her prancing mount.
    “I’m sure,” Travis coughed to conceal the chuckle that welled up in his throat.  “But, that storm sure had you shaken up.”
    Changing his tone of voice, he cocked his head in question as he queried with genuine concern, “Or was it only the storm that had you so terrified?”
    Remembering her reluctance to go toward the man who would soon be her husband, she shivered slightly and answered, “Yes.  The storm…”
    Her breath seemed to stop but she forced it to continue and composed herself under the man’s scrutiny as she added, “But, the storm is over now.”
    Thinking that she had put an end to his cross-examination, she nodded curtly and took the reins into her small gloved hands.  Just as she was sending her heels into Dancer’s ribs, the tall stranger’s hand shot out and caught the bridle and the horse danced to the side and stopped in its tracks, causing Savannah to drop the leather straps and grab a firm hold on the pommel of the saddle.  Almost cursing him out loud, she glowered at