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down the window. “Is this a nice surprise
or what?” he shouted.
    Quinn waved his hat in the air.
    “We’ll meet you up at the house,” called Rich.
    ****
    Quinn only wished he’d had time to shower, shave,
and change out of his muck-laden clothing, but Josie was waiting for him in the
kitchen. His father had made her coffee and the two of them were tucking into
the carrot cake his mom had sent over for lunch.
    “Dad, you knew Josie was coming here and you didn’t
tell me?”
    “Early birthday gift.” He
stood. “Now I have to get home, so you two have fun. Nice meeting you Josie and
hope you’ll stick around for a while.”
    “Thanks, and thank you for the ride here. I would
never have found it by myself.”
    They shook hands and soon his dad was driving away.
    “I’m speechless,” said Quinn.
    Josie stood and he couldn’t help himself. He hugged her
and then kissed her on the lips, hoping he wasn’t making this all up in his
head.
    “You decided to check out Montana?”
    “ That, and I missed your
company on the last leg of the trip.”
    “Always nice to hear. Did
my dad give you a tour of the area?”
    “A little. I
saw the town and your library.”
    Quinn laughed and held both her hands. “And that’s
not made you run, thinking you’ve stepped back in time?”
    Josie shook her head. She could get use to a place
like this with its wonderful views. And of course, there was another great view
inside the house, too.
    “Are you tired? You want to take a nap?”
    “Nope, I did that on the train.”
    “Then let me take a quick shower because I probably
don’t smell or look that great.”
    Who was he kidding? He both looked and smelled
wonderful.
    “Make yourself at home. There’s more coffee and I’m
sure Mom sent enough carrot cake to feed the whole town.”
    Quinn disappeared into another part of the house and
Josie sat down and began reading Ranch
Life magazine. She flipped through the pages, fascinated with all the items
a rancher needed to go about his daily work.
    The phone rang and she wasn’t sure if she should
answer it for Quinn or not, but then he walked into the kitchen, his hair damp,
his chest hair flat against his skin, with just a towel wrapped around his
waist.
    Her pussy pulled and danced a steady beat just
looking at his butt as the material stretched across his rear as he headed
toward the phone. Once answered, he turned around and looked at her as he spoke
to whoever was on the other end.
      She’d been
caught red-handed yet again.
    Josie tried to focus on something else in the
kitchen. The old-fashioned stove, or the photos on the fridge door, but she
couldn’t. The only thing she could zero in on was the bulge by the spot where
he’d overlapped the towel to secure it.   She shifted her gaze higher, feeling her
panties grow damp, and a sudden rush of her juices escaping from her pussy.
    A few droplets of water glistened on his chest and
she was tempted to lick them away.
    Josie had been so involved in that sexy scenario
that she hadn’t realized he’d finished with his call.
    “I guess the thing on the train wasn’t just you
feeling sad and doing something out of character, was it?”
    Shit,
definitely caught red-handed.
    “You feel it too don’t you?” he asked.
    She was trapped, caught, and there was nothing she
could do but give in to what she truly felt.
    He beckoned her over to him. She stood, legs
wobbling on every tiny step she took. She knew what was about to happen here.
Men and women could only keep their hands off one another for so long, and then bingo .
    Quinn pulled her the last bit of the way, catching
her unaware so she fell against his chest. The sexy and
slightly damp one. She ran her hands over it. He drew in his breath. The
firm muscles of his chest pushed against her fingers. Josie remembered him
riding the horse as she drove into the ranch with his dad. The sexy man with
the hat, the boots, and now she wondered what it would be like to be to