propose just because you take her out on dates,” was the reasonable reply. “Do you?”
J.C. sighed. “It will complicate things.”
“Life is too short to avoid complications.”
J.C. studied him. After a minute he laughed shortly. “I guess it is, at that.”
* * *
COLIE WAS JUST getting into her old beat-up pickup truck in the parking lot of the law firm where she worked when a big black SUV pulled into the spot beside her.
She turned and J.C. was getting out of it.
He stopped just in front of her. He looked angry, conflicted, worried. He drew in a breath. “The hell with it,” he said curtly.
“What?” she began.
He pulled her into his arms and bent his head. “We’ll take it one day at a time,” he whispered as his mouth burrowed softly, slowly into hers.
She would have questioned him, but a shock of pleasure ran the length of her body and left her trembling. She reached up and held him, hung on for dear life, while he made a five-course meal of her soft, eager mouth.
IT WAS A long time before J.C. lifted his head. The kiss had filled a hollow place inside himself that he hadn’t even known about. Colie’s face was flushed, her pretty bow mouth swollen, her green eyes soft and drowsy with feeling. It puzzled him that she didn’t kiss him back so much as she allowed herself to be kissed. Perhaps, he thought, her other boyfriends hadn’t cared about foreplay. He was used to experienced women who didn’t care much for it, either. They were usually so hungry, so eager, that they just went at it.
He gave one last thought to his suspicions about her, but Rod was a rounder and he was a minister’s son. J.C. figured that Colie was probably as sexually active as her brother, but she put on a good show for her father. She certainly wasn’t protesting.
J.C. had her so close that she could feel how aroused he was. She’d never felt a man like that, but she was a great reader. She knew from her romance novels how men’s bodies changed when they wanted a woman. It thrilled her that J.C. wanted her so much.
She didn’t want to discourage him, but she wasn’t sure how she was going to live with what he was certainly going to want from her. She’d lived a moral life, she’d never put a foot wrong. And yet here was temptation and sin, wearing blue jeans and dying for her.
She sighed. “That was nice.”
“Nice.” He chuckled, looking around as he moved a step back. “Lucky thing that there isn’t much traffic on this side street at this time of the day.” He leaned close. “I was starving.”
“I noticed,” she whispered, and flushed.
He ruffled her hair. “I’ll come get you in an hour. Long enough for you to serve something up for your father and Rod?”
“Oh, yes,” she lied. She’d manage something. There were leftovers that she could reheat. “Where are we going?”
“To Jackson Hole,” he said with a grin. “I’m going to take you to a nightclub. Got a flashy dress?”
Her face fell.
Damn! He’d forgotten. Her father wouldn’t be encouraging that sort of thing. She probably didn’t own an evening gown.
“Change of plan,” he said abruptly. “Wear jeans and we’ll hit a casino over near Lander. I’ll teach you how to play the machines.” He grinned.
She laughed. “I don’t own an evening gown. I guess it showed, huh?”
“We’ll have to do something about that,” he began.
“No, we won’t,” she replied curtly. “I pay my own way. Just in case you were thinking you’d buy me one.”
His eyebrows really arched now. “It’s just a dress...”
“I pay my own way,” she repeated. She had a stubborn look on her face.
He recognized it, because he had one just like it. He chuckled. “Okay, Miss Independence. We’ll do things your way.”
She smiled. “Fair enough. I’ll be ready and waiting.”
She was still flushed. He loved her reaction to him. No coy withdrawal, no teasing; she just went in headfirst when he touched her. It boded well for the future. He had one slight twinge of conscience, but it passed quickly. She was old enough to know the score, and he was certain he wouldn’t be her first man. Why did that disturb him? It was stupid. He’d never been the first man.
“I’ll see you in an hour,” he told her.
“Okay.”
She watched him leave. She got into her old, beat-up truck that guzzled gas and looked at herself in the rearview mirror. She looked...loved. Her breath caught as she relived the hungry, passionate kiss, the first of its kind she’d ever had. She was in love with J.C. And he must feel something for her, because he’d come back when he said he wouldn’t.
She smiled all the way home. She only stopped when she had to tell her father she was going out with J.C. and saw the disappointment and sorrow on his face.
* * *
ROD WAS STILL away when she got ready for her date. She’d fixed a meager supper for her father. She wasn’t hungry. Excitement robbed her of any appetite.
“Where are you going?” her father asked gently as he finished the impromptu meal.
She ground her teeth together. “To Lander,” she said with a forced smile. “It’s over near Jackson Hole...”
“Casinos,” her father said with a deep sigh. He studied her guilty face quietly. “It’s your life, Colie. I won’t interfere. But you’re headed down a path I wouldn’t wish for you. I think you already know that J.C. isn’t a person of faith.”
“I know that. People can change,” she said stubbornly.
“They can. But most don’t,” he said, uncharacteristically negative. He locked his hands around his coffee cup. “Try not to let him influence you in bad ways. You were raised to have principles. Don’t discard them for a man who’ll never marry you.”
“He’s not a bad man,” she began.
“I didn’t say that he was. I’m only saying that he’s used to a very different lifestyle than you are.” His eyes were old and wise as they met hers. “People of faith are very challenged in the modern world. It’s hard to hold on to ideals when so many people live without them.”
“I know that, Daddy. But I’ll still be myself, whatever decisions I make.”
He knew that further argument would be futile. He could see in her
