said Henry. “Is Jessie eating supper?” Sin looked down at the softly snoring woman. They’d worn her out. Again. No wonder, considering the amount of work she did each day. He gently tucked the quilt over her shoulder. “Maybe later,” he replied. She could barely be seen in the rumpled covers. Like everything else she did, Jessie slept in barely controlled chaos. She rode like the horse was part of her, even though Trouble bucked if anyone else climbed into the saddle. Her laugh, often at herself, had Ace smiling so much Sin and Henry weren’t sure he was the same man who’d crossed the ocean with them. Four long days and wondrous, too-short nights had passed since Ace discovered Jessie in the hot spring. Ace acted as if nothing would ever change, that he’d have the best of both worlds. A wildly eager woman to share with his partners. Come morning, she was an equally eager ranch hand. Yesterday she laughed when Ace finally used his lasso to catch something that moved. It didn’t matter that the calf, startled at being interrupted as it walked to the river behind momma, easily shook off the rope.
