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Lush lashes lowered slightly over the dark blue of her midnight eyes. She asked tightly, Whats gotten into you? Ignoring the question, he pointed at the bubbling stream. Are you thirsty? Ill get you some water. No thanks, she replied in a scathing, bitter tone. Suit yourself. He shrugged and got out a flask from his pocket, uncorking it and taking a theatrical swig. Youre drinking? Celias delicate features registered slight shock. Sure am. He stuffed the bottle back in his pocket and gave her a deliberately wicked grin. It wasnt that he didnt ever drink whiskeyhe did in moderationbut never in front of her. With her father owning a big ranch, she saw plenty of drunken cowboys, and hed never wanted her to think of him in that way. Maybe youd better tell me just where were going and what the purpose of this is. If you want to talk to me, we could do that at home. You dont have to drag me off like some barbarian. Talk? It doesnt work. I tried it. You were pretty lukewarm over talking about us. I have a better idea. Parker lifted a brow and deliberately ran his gaze over her slender form in a suggestive inspection, lingering on the full curve of her breasts. I think you can guess what I have in mind, Celia. Her lips parted and a small flush crept up her neck and into her face. She half-whispered in outraged protest, Parker. Catching her by the waist, he lifted her back on to the horse and swung up behind her. Dont worry, sweetheart, well talk afterwards if thats what you want.
