Free After the Storm: Clean Historical Western Cowboy Romance Novel (Dawson Chronicles Book 2) by Linda Bridey Page B

was clear that Renee was a very experienced kisser, which didn’t bother Tim at all—except that he wanted to be the only man she kissed from now on.
                  Slowly, he brought the kiss to an end and then just stood still.
                  “Renee, can I tell you something?”  His voice had grown deeper with passion.
                  “Of course,” she whispered, shaken.
                  “That has to be the best first kiss I’ve ever had,” he said, opening his eyes.
                  The smoky look in them set her pulse skipping along and she said, “Me, too.  I wasn’t expecting that.  I didn’t know what to expect, really, but not that.  I mean, I expected it to be good, but that was amazing, yes, amazing is a good word, or maybe powerful—I sound like Pa!”
                  They laughed and Tim said, “Speaking of which.”
                  She giggled while he grinned.
                  “This isn’t meant to pressure you in any way, but I had a very nice conversation with your pa today and he said it would be all right if I dated you.  Like I said, I’m not forcing myself on you, I’m just letting you know that if you wanted to, there wouldn’t be an issue with your parents,” Tim said. 
                  Renee couldn’t believe it at first, but then she remembered his comments about a man not letting anything stop him from seeing a woman if he was really interested in her.  He’d meant what he said, and he’d backed it up, too. 
                  “You asked Pa for his permission to court me?”
                  “That’s right.”
                  She held his gaze.  “Why would you do that?”
                  “Because you haven’t been out of my mind ever since we danced at Devon’s wedding.”
                  Renee shook her head a little.  “Why didn’t you say anything?”
                  “I’m not sure, really.  I think I wanted to get to know you better before I actually asked you out.  I guess I didn’t want there to be any pressure; you probably get that enough.  I wanted to be different than the other guys you’ve been out with,” he said.
                  Tim was showing Renee that there was a whole other side to him besides the good-time cowboy.  “You certainly are different, and I mean that in a good way.  You’re always doing little things for me and you’re very gentlemanly.  And so much fun.  Of course all you Dwyers are, so I’m not surprised about that.”
                  “Yeah, you’ve had enough adventures with Jr. and Skip,” Tim said.
                  “I still can’t believe that Joey’s married,” she said.
                  “Me, neither.”  He slid his arms around her waist again.  “So what do you think?  Would you like to be my little snuggle bunny?”
                  “Snuggle bunny?” she asked, giggling.
                  Tim grinned.  “It’s a little-known fact that snuggle bunny is an old Scottish term of endearment.”
                  “Really?”
                  “Really.  It’s from around 1680 or so.  Chester told me that a while back,” he said.
                  “Snuggle bunny.  I like that.”  Renee wasn’t sure what to say.  “Can I think about it?”
                  Tim was thrilled that she hadn’t said no.  He could be patient a while longer.  “Of course.  No pressure, remember?”
                  “I remember.”
                  “Well, I better get you home.  We both have work in the morning,” he said.  “How are those pillowcases coming along?”
                  “Good,” she said, locking the door.
                  It didn’t take long