Chapter Six
Jessamyn was sitting exactly as he’d left her. Her long, supple legs gleamed in the firelight, partially covered by her hair, which flowed over them. Her shoulders were bare and they were shaking. Damn it, she was upset. The last thing he wanted was for her to regret doing this.
She lifted her head and stared at him. It took him a second to realize that she wasn’t crying at all. The little vixen was laughing. He put his hands on his hips and shook his head. That sent her off into fresh peals of laughter.
Tears ran down her cheeks and she swiped at them. “You should have seen your face.”
He unfastened his gun belt and laid it carefully across a chair before pulling the tails of his shirt out of his pants. “You should have seen yours. I guess you didn’t realize I’d put in an
