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tongues met and mated, a primal dance that Jenna had no knowledge of, but Blue was an excellent tutor and soon she found the rhythm he sought. His hands wove through her hair then traveled down her throat, touching her effortlessly with fiery passion that Jenna returned equally. His hands moved over her, down her hips, then cupped her bottom and brought them together, closer, a sensual rub of bodies that ignited something wild in her. She gasped for breath. He murmured near her ear all the things he couldn’t wait to do with her, all the ways he would pleasure her.
    She listened, her breaths coming ragged and fast. Then he kissed her one last time and moved aside, leaving her there, stunned and edgy with desire. She watched him roll up his sleeves, put on BobbyJoe’s hat and head for the door. “Seems I’m not such a patient man after all, Jenna.”
    Jenna stood rooted to the spot, her body trembling, humming out a silent resonating tune created by Blue’s heat and passion. Her scorched finger went to her lips and she closed her eyes, allowing the sweet memory of being in his arms to seep in, burning her as deeply as the fire had moments ago.
    He’d said it and he’d been right in his thinking. Blue Montgomery wasn’t a patient man.
    That’s one valuable lesson they’d both learned well today.
    Jenna caught a glimpse of Ben and Rosalinda riding up in the wagon. She dropped the rolling pin onto the table, deciding the pecan pie could wait. Wiping her hands on her apron, she dashed out of the house and ran over to them before Ben could climb down. “Did you get it?” she asked, knowing full well he had. It was sitting in the back of the wagon.
    “Yep, that’s it, Miss Jenna.” He turned to help Rosalinda down and together they went to the back of the wagon.
    Jenna stared at the piece of machinery that would save time and allow more planting to be done. Two large wheels to the side of the driver’s seat with a large double bucket to hold the seed in the back made up the bulk of the seeder. Two small wheels for balance just under the seeding deviceassured a steady ride. Once hitched up to Mac, planting would take no time at all.
    “It’s not new. Got us a used one, the last one they had. It saved us a chunk of money, too,” Ben said.
    “Long as it works, Ben.”
    “Works fine, I tested it.”
    Jenna grinned. “Thank you for getting it.”
    He nodded.
    “How was your trip, Rosalinda? Did you like going into town?”
    “ Sí, yes. It is a big town. So much bigger than Goodwill.” Rosalinda’s brother had been a vaquero on the same Texas cattle ranch that Ben had worked. Ben and Rosalinda fell in love, marrying young. When the ranch faltered, they decided to move to Oklahoma and earn a living farming the land instead. They’d been with her family for over eighteen years, raised two children, one of whom still worked for Twin Oaks. All through the years the loving couple had been Jenna’s most trusted friends. “I bought pretty fabric for new dresses. One for you and one for me. Such beautiful material, you will see.”
    “Oh, thank you, Rosalinda, but where will I wear such a nice dress?” She wore most of her clothes in the fields working the land. Her threadbare dresses had all but lost their vibrancy and life. Many had holes and grass stains that couldn’t be repaired any longer. She made sure they wereclean. Her mama had drilled it into her about the virtues of cleanliness and all, but she didn’t think she’d have use for anything new and pretty.
    “Perhaps for your new man,” Rosalinda said, her dark eyes twinkling.
    Heat rushed up Jenna’s face and she glanced at Ben.
    “I’ll get the seeder down. You two ladies have yourself a nice talk now.” He winked at his wife and she grinned.
    “But you must be hungry and thirsty, Ben. Come inside. I’ll fix you both something to eat.”
    He shook his head. “No, I’m fine for now. I saw your man in the fields. Thought I’d see how he’s