the way to the small building. As she walked in front of him, he couldn't keep his eyes from inspecting the sweet curve of her bottom.
Minutes later Cass sat in front of the sheriff ’s desk as she had earlier that morning. Only this time it wasn't the familiar, older face of the sheriff she watched. It was the handsome face of the marshal that held her attention as he searched through wanted posters he'd found in a drawer. “I don't want the reward," she stated firmly.
Brett looked up at her briefly. She'd already told him this once, but he kept on looking.
"I mean it, Marshal. I don't want a reward for taking a man's life," she insisted.
Brett dropped the stack of posters on the desk. “Then why did you kill four men before today?" he asked. He knew what the sheriff had told him. He wanted her answer.
Cass felt the co ld hand of hate close over her heart as she remembered the murders as if they'd happened yesterday. "I had my reasons," she said through clenched teeth.
"I want to know what those reasons were ."
Cass met his gray eyes with the cool blue of her own. "Did the sheriff tell you?" she asked.
“Yes.”
"Then why…,"
"I want to hear it from you." His voice was a deceptive monotone.
As calmly as though she felt nothing, Cass spoke. "The men I killed murdered my family."
The calmness in her voice sent a chill through his heart. Brett knew that emotion, had seen it in others, had felt it himself. "Revenge," he said quietly, his eyes taking on a faraway glaze.
Cass didn't answer. Something in his voice touched her oddly. He knew. He knew what she was feeling as though he'd crawled inside her.
"And you're not through yet," Brett continued.
Cass shrugged slightly.
"Can't you let it go?" He had no way of knowing he'd chosen exactly the wrong words to use. Not until he saw the clenching of her jaw and the tightening of her fists did he realize his mistake.
"I think I' ll be going now, Marshal," Cass said coldly, standing abruptly.
"Not yet, Cassidy."
Cass ignored his request. Intent on leaving, she started toward the door.
Brett rose and quickly stepped around the desk. "Cassidy, wait," he ordered, reaching out to grab her arm.
Cass felt the strength of his fingers as he grabbed her. Sparks of awareness jolted up her arm. Trying to pull away, she met his gaze. "I told you once today to let me go. I'm telling you again."
B rett didn't lessen the tension of his grasp. "You're not leaving yet."
"Like hel l I’m not. You've got no reason to keep me here."
“O nce more her words set off his body's alarms. "I've got reason,'' he growled, not explaining his double meaning.
Cass needed to get away from this man. She jerked hard on her arm, but felt him counter her movement by pulling her toward him, throwing her off-balance. The anger in her eyes turned to shock as she found herself leaning flush against his strong, muscular body.
Brett's heart exploded in his chest as Cass fell against him. All his nerves jumped to life, and his manhood pulsed with a need so great he was nearly dizzy with it. Locking her gaze with his, he saw the startled passion that blazed to life in the blue depths. Hesitating only a second, he lowered his head and claimed her lips in a devouring kiss, branding her with the fire that flashed between them.
Chapter Three
Cass had no experience on this battlefield. As Brett's lips opened over hers she found herself responding in ways she never had before. Blood pounded in her ears and behind her eyes, heat pulsed through her to her most secret places, and her flesh burned where it met the hard firmness of his body. She felt as though she were about to faint, and as she attempted to take a breath, she moaned in surprise as his tongue entered her mouth and began a mating ritual against the soft tissue of her own tongue. Again she responded blindly, following his lead, learning as she went.
Brett was stunned by Cassidy's immediate surrender to his desires. He marveled at the
Minutes later Cass sat in front of the sheriff ’s desk as she had earlier that morning. Only this time it wasn't the familiar, older face of the sheriff she watched. It was the handsome face of the marshal that held her attention as he searched through wanted posters he'd found in a drawer. “I don't want the reward," she stated firmly.
Brett looked up at her briefly. She'd already told him this once, but he kept on looking.
"I mean it, Marshal. I don't want a reward for taking a man's life," she insisted.
Brett dropped the stack of posters on the desk. “Then why did you kill four men before today?" he asked. He knew what the sheriff had told him. He wanted her answer.
Cass felt the co ld hand of hate close over her heart as she remembered the murders as if they'd happened yesterday. "I had my reasons," she said through clenched teeth.
"I want to know what those reasons were ."
Cass met his gray eyes with the cool blue of her own. "Did the sheriff tell you?" she asked.
“Yes.”
"Then why…,"
"I want to hear it from you." His voice was a deceptive monotone.
As calmly as though she felt nothing, Cass spoke. "The men I killed murdered my family."
The calmness in her voice sent a chill through his heart. Brett knew that emotion, had seen it in others, had felt it himself. "Revenge," he said quietly, his eyes taking on a faraway glaze.
Cass didn't answer. Something in his voice touched her oddly. He knew. He knew what she was feeling as though he'd crawled inside her.
"And you're not through yet," Brett continued.
Cass shrugged slightly.
"Can't you let it go?" He had no way of knowing he'd chosen exactly the wrong words to use. Not until he saw the clenching of her jaw and the tightening of her fists did he realize his mistake.
"I think I' ll be going now, Marshal," Cass said coldly, standing abruptly.
"Not yet, Cassidy."
Cass ignored his request. Intent on leaving, she started toward the door.
Brett rose and quickly stepped around the desk. "Cassidy, wait," he ordered, reaching out to grab her arm.
Cass felt the strength of his fingers as he grabbed her. Sparks of awareness jolted up her arm. Trying to pull away, she met his gaze. "I told you once today to let me go. I'm telling you again."
B rett didn't lessen the tension of his grasp. "You're not leaving yet."
"Like hel l I’m not. You've got no reason to keep me here."
“O nce more her words set off his body's alarms. "I've got reason,'' he growled, not explaining his double meaning.
Cass needed to get away from this man. She jerked hard on her arm, but felt him counter her movement by pulling her toward him, throwing her off-balance. The anger in her eyes turned to shock as she found herself leaning flush against his strong, muscular body.
Brett's heart exploded in his chest as Cass fell against him. All his nerves jumped to life, and his manhood pulsed with a need so great he was nearly dizzy with it. Locking her gaze with his, he saw the startled passion that blazed to life in the blue depths. Hesitating only a second, he lowered his head and claimed her lips in a devouring kiss, branding her with the fire that flashed between them.
Chapter Three
Cass had no experience on this battlefield. As Brett's lips opened over hers she found herself responding in ways she never had before. Blood pounded in her ears and behind her eyes, heat pulsed through her to her most secret places, and her flesh burned where it met the hard firmness of his body. She felt as though she were about to faint, and as she attempted to take a breath, she moaned in surprise as his tongue entered her mouth and began a mating ritual against the soft tissue of her own tongue. Again she responded blindly, following his lead, learning as she went.
Brett was stunned by Cassidy's immediate surrender to his desires. He marveled at the
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