The McCades of Cheyenne, Book 2
Bounty hunter Wyatt McCade is taking down outlaws one at a time. He’s been in love with Tess Sullivan for years, but she refuses to give in to her feelings. Reeling from the rejection of his marriage proposal, he chases bounties with little concern for his own safety. When word reaches him that Tess never left for Boston, he rides for Cheyenne to confront her. Instead, he is ambushed and left for dead.
Doctor Tess Sullivan shattered her heart by refusing Wyatt McCade’s marriage proposal and making the biggest mistake of her life, by holding onto a secret. Pining for his return, she blames herself when he arrives in Cheyenne near death. Forgiveness comes quickly in his arms, but she finds herself a pawn in a deadly game of revenge.
When McCade lands are threatened, Tess is caught in the balance. On the bounty hunt of his life, Wyatt will risk everything to rescue the woman he loves.
Where did she end or he begin? It was like that with Wyatt. It wasn’t purely physical, but while he made love to her body, he did so also to her mind and heart. And this was love; she was sure of it and held him as his body convulsed several more times.
He didn’t move from her but kissed her chin and cheeks and tugged her hair back from her face, keeping his close to hers. His grin was contagious as he ducked his head to suckle along her breasts once more. “Doc, I believe that was loud enough to summon the law.”
She covered her mouth, sitting up. There were times with Wyatt the pleasure was so intense, she didn’t know what sounds she made. “Was I too loud?” Good lord, if anyone at the hotel had heard her, she would have to hide her embarrassment.
“Well, I liked that part.” He kissed her brow and gave a hearty chuckle.
She pouted. “What if someone heard me? Wyatt, it’s not funny.”
“No.” Wyatt let go of his grin, touching her cheek and kissing her with passion once more. “No, it’s not funny; it’s downright breathtaking is what it is. I love you…Tess, and you are perfectly enough.”
Tess snuggled in closer to him. “And I will always love you, Wyatt. Today has made me happier than I have been in a very long time.”
He was serious then, shaking his head, his deep blue eyes holding her. “I’ve spent a lot of my life not knowing where or what I was supposed to be doing, until you.”
His words were so tender she fought off the urge to allow tears. “I’ve always known there was a side of you that was gentle, Wyatt McCade.”
“Shhh, don’t tell anyone.” He kissed her, rolling to his back and pulling her across him.
She braced on one elbow. “Oh, I am being serious. You are sweet whether you like it or not. But there are so many things we haven’t talked about, like my working at the clinic, where we should live, and our work. I suppose we never talked about every detail and—”
He touched her cheek, his smile as tender as she’d ever seen. “The clinic is fine for a home, the ranch is crowded these days anyway and besides, it’s better I am in town to watch things for Sawyer to be home on the ranch in the evenings. You will still do your doctoring, and I’ll bounty now and then, and we’ll have many, many nights like this.”
She took a long deep breath. Even though Wyatt cared little for the business of ranching, he still loved the ranch and the home where he’d been raised. “But the ranch is your home.”
His gaze held her own, unblinking as he traced a finger down her cheek to touch her chin. “My home will always be where you are, but I’ve got an idea about a place to build a real nice home for us on the ranch. Maybe next spring, besides, I’ve lived in town for a while now.”
“That would be so nice. We could ride into town each day together.” She settled against him again. He did have a soft side and she’d always known it. How could she have ever walked away from him regardless her reasons? She laid her head against his chest, listening to the hard thump of his heart. “Wyatt?”
“I loved you…long before Israel died.” The confession rocked her thoughts. She had loved Israel, but she had longed for Wyatt years before Israel had died. It had been wrong, and there were times it made her feel like she hadn’t done right by her deceased husband. She weaved her fingers into Wyatt’s, touching with tenderness where the fracture had been. “I did, right or wrong. I mean…I loved Israel, we had so much in common with his study of science and plants and my study of medicine, but I was guilty of dreaming for you long before…he died.”
His smile was tender as he lifted her chin. “I’ve known that for a long time, Doc. And I can’t count how many nights I lay awake, wishing I were holding you.”
She held tighter to him. “And when you left Cheyenne, it was all my fault. I knew I had made a mistake. I wasn’t even myself without you. It was as if I kept falling and falling, never hitting the ground to land anywhere.”
With that he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. “I’ll always be here to catch you, Doc, always.”