Chapter Fourteen
She had been infiltrated. The ranch was under attack. The insurgents were everywhere.
After taking a cold shower in the hot bathroom, Brenda still hadn’t gotten the feel of Keaton’s fingertips on her face out of her mind. Her mind kept insisting that he had kissed her. She couldn’t shake the certainty that she knew what his lower lip felt like, what his upper lip tasted of. It was as though his fingers had transferred the memories directly into her head.
Brenda shoveled a load of manure. But even the rank smell didn’t clear her head. She was already behind for the day, for the week, because of all she had to deal with for her former ranch hands’ incompetency. And now from Keaton's hands, which had wound up on her body.
She had to set boundaries for this marriage. Bound
