There was no other explanation for kissing Maggie Sutten like there was no tomorrow. None other than that he’d thought about it since the day he met her. He slid her a glance and noted the stiff way she sat the saddle. She hadn’t expected him to kiss her. That was evident in that shocked moment when their lips touched and she went still as death. Even when she did kiss him back, there was a hesitancy there. Once her shock wore off, she pulled away like he was a rattler she’d ventured too close to. Now the little lady had her back up and for good reason. For one thing, he’d had no right to kiss her. For another, he’d grabbed her like she was a saloon girl and laid one on her–never mind they were alone out here. He’d taken what he’d wanted without respecting her wishes. Mind you, he wasn’t sorry he had done it. Nope, he wouldn’t trade the memory of her sweet lips moving beneath his for anything. But now he had to deal with the consequences. She’d likely not want to travel with him.
