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EXCERPT from Casey’s Gunslinger
The young woman acknowledged his presence with the slightest flicker of her cornflower blue eyes before stepping backward. She lost the support of the platform and started clutching at thin air. Since the platform rose several feet off the ground, her apprehension developed quickly. A panicked whimper of alarm erupted from her lush lips, as those lovely eyes grew wide in a plea for help.Reacting on instinct, Charles’ hand shot out, grabbing her arm before hauling her in against his solid body.Their eyes met under the shade of his Stetson. The blue in her gaze quickly shifted to stormy clouds of confusion and fear. A minute passed before she released the breath she’d been holding and shoved at his chest.“Easy, sweet thing. I’ve got you.” Charles had found his tongue. However, he wasn’t sure about the hoarseness in his reply.“Do you mind, sir?” Cool and crisp, the words coming from her lips sounded like music to his ears. Never had a songbird sounded sweeter.It took Charles another minute to understand she’d been able to regain her footing and wanted him to let go. As if waking from a dream, Charles snapped to attention, each fiber in his frame aware of her proximity. “My apologies, ma’am. Are you unharmed?” Mentally shaking himself, he marveled at his stupidity. Unharmed? The only one not harmed was her. He’d been dealt a mortal blow. A smoldering heat radiated up from his toes all the way to the point on his chest where her breasts had slammed against him a few minutes ago. His gut clinched at the crystal clear glint in her eyes. At the moment, he wasn’t high on her list of respectable persons.
“I’d appreciate you unhanding me, sir.”
He still held her wrist. Christ, she’d most likely have a bruise. “Forgive me for startling you. It wasn’t my intention. I hope you’re all right. My name is—”
“I’m fine,” she snapped. Sidestepping him, the young woman tried again to gather herself before heading back to the ticket window.
Dazed and confused. Charles seldom had the particular reaction to anything or anyone. This being the exception. He’d try again. Surely, he could make amends for such a social blunder. Perhaps a meal at the hotel would smooth her ruffled feathers.
(Copyright 2014 Catherine Wolffe)