Page 131 of Sold to Her Enemy

“Damn, baby.” I kiss her gently.

I rest my forehead against hers, and the slow, sultry smile she gives me lights up my heart.

“Every day?”

“Till the end of time,” I seal the promise with a kiss.

I caress her hair and the side of her face before I move her to the side.

“How are your wrists feeling?” I gently pull the sash from the hook on the wall.

“They’re fine. You’ve used me harder.”

“And I will again,” I grin.

“Can’t wait.”

She rubs her wrists and flexes them. “They’re fine.”

“Good.”

“I can’t believe you showed up. I think a part of me hoped you would, but I was too afraid to believe.”

“Believe me, Mckenna. This point forward, it’s you and me, and that’s all that matters.”

Her body is healthier than when I last saw her, a little more weight and muscle on her. “You’re looking good.”

“Working here has been good for me. What do we do next?”

“Do you think Grace will mind if I bunk here?” I get up and cup her face with my palm.

“No. She’ll be happy.”

“I handed everything related to work off to my deputy. I hear horses are healing.”

“Oh, they are.” Mckenna frowns and takes a step back. “I need to shower.”

“Yeah, good idea, hellion.”

I follow her into the very small bathroom and see that it’s in a single-stall shower.

“Not at all fancy,” Mckenna smirks.

“No, but have you seen the view?” I kiss her, but my head hits the railing, and I back up to the wall, clutching my head.

Mckenna laughs, a little snort emanating from her mouth as she covers it up.

“You shower, be quick.” I swat her playfully on the ass.

“Yes, Sir.”

I drop a kiss on her mouth, turn and throw on a pair of boxers before I bring my bags in from the porch.

I go through Mckenna’s cupboards and find the ingredients to make a Spanish coffee. After raiding her fridge, I throw together a small plate of snacks.

“You made coffee?” Mckenna is dressed in a short skirt and flowery blouse.

“Spanish coffee.” I hand her a glass. “Oregon is known for it.”

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