Another kiss, maybe?
Oh, yes, please!
Thad’s lids slid half-closed and Jolie lifted her chin in invitation.
Waiting.
She licked her lips again.
Nothing happened.
“Uh, Ms. Jolie?” Thad coughed or laughed—it was hard to tell with her eyes shut.
She opened them. The horse had stopped moving. She turned in the saddle. All the other horses were circled around, facing them. Curious glances and secretive smiles from the guests and hosts made Jolie’s cheeks heat. She sat up straight, removing contact between herself and Thad.
Dillon cleared his throat. “Plenty of good trees to choose from here.” He dismounted. “We’re looking for one about nine feet tall.” He reached up high, showing everyone about how big the tree should be. “Anything catch your eye?”
“How about that one?” Zak called, pointing to a large tree just to Dillon’s right.
Dillon circled around the tree, checking out the branches and the height. “I think this one is pretty near perfect. Any objections?”
“Looks good to me.”
“I like it.”
“It’s lovely.”
“Thad? You’ve got the ax?”
“Of course I do. You know me—always prepared.”
Why did just the sound of the man’s voice send shivers down her spine? And then when Thad took her hands gently in his and gave her the reins? Shivers coursed over her shoulders and ran the length of her arms.
“You hold tight to these, Ms. Jolie, while I go help with the tree.” As he leaned forward to dismount, he rasped, “And don’t think I’m not going to finish what was started back there on the trail. I mean to kiss you like you’ve never been kissed before.”
Jolie’s doe-eyed gaze and wide parted mouth stole the air right out of Thad’s lungs. Lord, the woman was a looker. He hadn’t seen it so much last night; he’d been too focused on her fear of the dogs. Then there was the tub, and he’d been too intent on teasing her to really notice her looks. Her nudity? Oh, hell yes, he’d noticed that just fine.
But now, with her cheeks pink from the air—or was that a blush?—and her brown-gold eyes shining in the light, she was something else. How he’d wanted to taste those lips again. Particularly when she was apparently so willing, her chin tilted up, waiting, expectant, so close...so sweet.
Someone tugged on his sleeve.
Gloria stood there, smiling up at him, though something in her clear blue gaze told him she was none too pleased. She spoke in a harsh whisper through her fake smile. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Why, Ms. Gloria.” He held up the ax. “I was about to help that husband of yours chop down this fine tree.”
The phony smile that spread across her face was in direct proportion to the degree her brows drew together in displeasure. “That’s not what I mean,” she whisper-yelled. Gloria flicked her gaze in Jolie’s direction. “Don’t you dare screw this up for us.”
“Well now, I would assure you I wouldn’t except that I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Gloria’s chin came up in frustration and Thad had a hard time keeping his grin in check.
She tugged on his arm, pulling him in a direction away from the circle of horses. “Come take a look at this tree,” she said, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Maybe we’ll chop two. One for the foyer and one for the great room.”
Once they were out of hearing distance, Gloria punched Thad on the arm.
“Ouch.” He feigned injury.
She poked him in the chest. “Stop screwing with our guest.”
“I’m not screwing with her.”
“No, but you’d like to.” She threw her hands up in the air. “Men. Can’t you keep it in your pants, just once?”
Thad gave her a second to rant about the unruliness of male sexual desire.
“She’s a guest and you work here. It would be totally inappropriate.”
“Kinda like sleeping with your boss?” That stopped her long enough for him to continue. “So you’re saying I can’t take her up to the Doghouse?”
Gloria’s eyes went wide at the mention of the old homestead that sat up on the hill, the place she and Dillon had used multiple times as a rendezvous point for sexual trysts when she’d first come out to Montana. When she’d been in Dillon’s employ.
“A little hypocritical of you, don’t you think?”
She crossed her arms over her chest and pursed her lips. Then her features softened as she turned her head to gaze up the hill at where the place stood. “I just...” She sighed. “It’s really important Jolie write a favorable article about the place. It could make or break us.”
Thad propped his arm across Gloria’s shoulders and gave her a reassuring squeeze. For as much as he loved tormenting this woman, he cared deeply for her and for Dillon. Plus, he needed the job, and this place was the perfect cover for him.
“So, what do you want me to do?”
“Stay away from her.”
“What if she can’t stay away from me?”
She elbowed him in the ribs. “Tell her it’s part of the rules. You can make her feel comfortable, special, but stay out of her bed and no kissing.”
“You’re no fun at all.”
“I know you, Thaddeus Knight. The longest relationship you’ve had lasted all of twelve hours.” She glanced back toward the group. “This writer, she doesn’t seem like the one-night stand type. You know?”
Damn. Maybe she was right. Thad wasn’t a relationship kind of guy. His life didn’t allow it. His gaze followed Gloria’s. “Okay,” he said finally. “I’ll keep my hands to myself.”
“Good.” She looked him up and down. “And everything else, too.”
* * *
JOLIE HAD NEVER decorated a Christmas tree—not a real one, anyway. There was the fake minitree she’d bought for her tiny apartment a couple years ago, with all the cute little decorations to go with it. But a real live tree?
Never.
Even before hanging decorations, the big tree took her breath away, twinkling with multicolored lights and bringing its fresh pine scent indoors. She helped herself to a glass of mulled wine and stood back from the group, watching the flurry of activity with a warmth that spread from her tummy out to her extremities. After riding
