“Certainly not! My daddy was a drunken bastard, but he never laid his hand on me for anything but punishment that I suppose I deserved.”
“Then, I’ll not either,” he said, though I won’t vow not to take your cunt afterwards.” There was the glimmer of the devil in him.
I eyed the man, so perplexed I really didn’t know what to say. “I think Brady Jarret, that this is a strange kind of promise you want from me. What kind of life can it be with a desperado like you? What good would it be to fall in love with a man who has the barrel of the sheriff’s pistol pointed at his head. I’d be foolish to give my heart and promises to you.”
“Ah,” his face softened so sweetly. “But I think you already have.”
I couldn’t deny it, but I certainly wasn’t going to admit it. Slithering out of his grasp, I st
