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learn in history class," she mused. "They say that one of my ancestors was a Comanche," he remarked. "A lot more were Spanish and Mexican."
    "I guess most of mine were Irish," she sighed. She watched the horizon, fascinated with the broad reach of open land. "There can't be a more beautiful place on earth than this," she said suddenly.
    "It's that," he agreed, smiling with faint possession and pride as he followed her gaze. He lifted the cigarette to his mouth. "From a few scraggly longhorns to this," he mused. "It was a long road, Kate."
    "And a hard one," she murmured. Her eyes lifted to his face, tracing the hard lines. ' 'Your age tells on you sometimes."
    "I guess it does. I feel it more these days." He turned his head and looked down at her, and without warning, the world narrowed to black eyes and green ones. Around them, the skies were growing dark, the thunder rumbling. The wind kindled like cool fire, whipping across Kate's face as she met and wondered at the sudden lack of expression in Jason's features, and the curious narrow glitter in his black eyes as his chin lifted slightly and his body stilled.
    Lightning striking, Kate thought while she could. Her heart was as wild as the wind around them, her breath stuck like a cactus in her throat. Jason was looking at her in a way he never had, not in all the years she'd known him. Something in that look made her toes curl in her boots, making her body feel as if his hands had stroked it.
    He shifted, the movement slow, easy, turning so that his side was against the Bronco. His right hand, holding the dead cigarette, rested on the open window. The other was suddenly at Kate's neck, brushing stray wisps of long, dark hair, tracing an artery that was pounding crazily.
    Jason was so close that she could smell the tobacco and leather scents that mingled with his spicy cologne. She could feel the warmth of his muscular body, the quiet threat of his masculinity. His dark eyes searched hers quietly with a new kind of curiosity. And then, all at once, they dropped to her soft bow of a mouth and lingered there with veiled intent.
    The static from the CB radio was overloud drifting out the open window of the deserted cab, and Kate tried to concentrate on it, not on the very disturbing way Jason was looking at her. Any minute, everything she felt was going to start showing, and she couldn't bear to have him know how vulnerable she was.
    But he already did. His dark eyes had caught every single giveaway movement of her body—her swollen breasts, her quick breathing, the yielding softness of her eyes. He wasn't all that experienced, and for the past few years he'd lived almost like a monk because of Melody's painful defection. But Kate was even less experienced than he was, and everything she felt was visible.
    It gave him an odd sensation to know that she was aroused by him. He wasn't a handsome man. He was rich, and his wealth had given him opportunities with women even if he was still too bitter to accept them. But he couldn't remember a time when a woman had wanted just him, craggy face, mean temper and all. Even the one woman he'd loved had only wanted what he could give her. But Kate was looking at him in a way that made his blood run hot, and he realized suddenly that if he tried to kiss her, she'd more than likely let him.
    When he realized that, reason deserted him. It was a new experience, having Kate want him. Breathing just a little unsteadily, he reached behind her tilted head, loosening the ribbon that held her long braid in place. With deft, easy movements, he loosened her hair and his fingers smoothed it down her back, slowly bringing her even closer to him.
    "There's a storm...coming," she remarked in a quick, breathless voice. "A hell of a storm, Kate," he breathed as his free hand slid to her waist and then around her, roughly pulling her closer so that the tips of her breasts came into sudden contact with his chest.
    Kate felt electricity rustle through her body