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had dropped significantly in the last hour or so, and now a chill morning breeze swept over her skin, puckering her bare nipples.
    She couldn't blame the unwelcome shivers entirely on the weather, though. The front door had been flung open just as she and Jacob rounded the corner into the back room. Eliza hadn't dared turn around to find out who'd been nosy enough to prowl around in the wee hours, but she didn't think it mattered much.
    Whoever it was had to have seen her—or at least her rounded behind—as Jacob yanked her out of view. Odd that she hadn't cared if someone saw her pleasuring herself in the middle of the road, but now it seemed imperative she hide before her nighttime adventure became public knowledge—and the source of all gossip at the wedding.
    Jacob veered left. Eliza stumbled and ground her heels into the dewy grass. “The inn's that way,” she said, jerking a thumb in the opposite direction.
    He tossed a narrow-eyed glare over his shoulder, toward the jailhouse. His nostrils flared, and when he spoke she detected a hint of fury in his clipped voice. “That's where I'd look first if I wanted to find you."
    "Oh.” She swallowed hard. “My clothes are there."
    Jacob's dark eyes softened as his gaze traveled over the length of her body, settling on her stiff nipples. “Here,” he said, shrugging out of his shirt and draping it over her shoulders.
    A smile played around the corners of Eliza's mouth, even as her heart gave an unexpected lurch. She shoved her arms through the soft cotton sleeves and burrowed in the warm fabric, inhaling the spicy scent of man and cologne.
    "Thank you,” she murmured, unable to tear her hungry gaze from his cock.
    The gentlemanly gesture had left him completely naked. His shaft thrust boldly against his stomach, the tip reddened with unspent arousal. A thick vein throbbed along the underside, and a creamy bead of liquid had gathered in the tiny slit.
    Eliza's inner walls squeezed, remembering how good his rod had felt inside her. She wanted more ... and he still hadn't come.
    "Not the inn ... So where?” she asked, glancing around. The brothel had beds, but it was too close to the inns for comfort. She supposed the saloon would make a good hiding spot, or even the barn. At least for a little while, until Eliza could go back for her clothes.
    "My place,” he said, curling his fingers around hers. “It's not far from here."
    She fell into step beside him, her breathing growing shallower the closer they came to the house at the edge of Cowboy's Hideaway's property lines. Situated just beside the tall iron fence that ran along the perimeter of the large lot, it stood silhouetted against the rapidly lightening sky.
    She'd seen the house while driving in, but hadn't paid much attention to the whitewashed walls, the wraparound porch draped with vines of white jasmine, or the large, floor-to-ceiling windows. Now, knowing she'd get a private glimpse inside Jacob's life, she found her pulse quickening.
    The wooden porch squeaked under their weight, and Eliza shifted from one foot to the other, her gaze scanning the area around the house. Whoever had come snooping could have followed them here, but she couldn't see anyone, even when squinting into the distance.
    Jacob released her hand long enough to kneel and retrieve a small key from beneath the welcome mat. A few seconds later, she crossed the threshold into the air-conditioned house and smiled.
    The place looked nothing like she'd imagined. She figured a bachelor would live a bachelor's lifestyle. She'd expected a house filled with dirty dishes, men's magazines littering the coffee table, clothes strewn everywhere.
    To her surprise, the place looked neat and orderly. A little smaller than she'd figured, too. A large-screen TV took up the length of one wall in the living area, while a brown leather couch sat against the other. Between the two items, she could make out a mahogany coffee table. The brightening morning light