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Her mouth went dry. The practical side of Liz said Don’t kiss him. The romantic side of her insisted there was no harm in finding out if Travis Anderson still had the power to take her breath away as he had back in high school.

So instead of rebuffing him, she stepped into the fray. Allowed him to keep right on coming and lower his mouth to hers.

The first touch of their lips was astonishing. Electric. And oh so sweet. The first hint of subtle pressure was even more intoxicating.

Before Liz knew it, she had surrendered to the moment and moved all the way into his embrace. Her breasts brushed the hardness of his chest and her arms slipped around him.

Travis moved forward, too, sliding his palms down her hips and holding her against his body. Her softness melded to his strength and the kiss took on a quiet intensity that turned her whole world upside down.

Liz moaned, tilting her head to give him better access, relishing the sure sweep of his tongue tangling with hers.

She knew she had wanted him years ago, even if they were too young, too reserved, too focused on everything else to fully explore that yearning.

Turns out, the schoolgirl passion she’d experienced back then was nothing compared to what she felt now that they were all grown up.

Holding him like this, letting him hold her, was magic. And she knew if they kept it up—if they let this recklessly wild kiss continue—there would be nothing but regrets for both of them.

Shuddering, she clasped his shoulders and pushed him away. “We can’t do this.”

“Actually,” Travis teased, kissing her temple, her cheek, the lobe of her ear, “I think we were excelling in this venue….”

With her body still tingling everywhere they had touched—and everywhere they hadn’t—Liz took another step back and tried to regain her composure. “You’re my client.” She emphasized every syllable of every word.

He grinned sexily, not at all repentant. “Lucky for me. It’s the one good thing, besides a temporary job, I’ve got going for me at the moment.”

That was Travis all right, Liz thought in exasperation. Charging headlong into whatever awaited. Letting nothing stand between him and his goal.

Her heart racing, she tried again to talk sense into him. “We were kissing.” She held up a hand before he could interrupt. “And you and I both know that crossing the line this way will lead to nothing but trouble.”

His expression solemn, he gazed at her. “I agree,” he told her in a husky voice. “If we let this impact the way we conduct ourselves in terms of the business at hand, it will bring us bucketfuls of heartache. But that’s not going to happen over a kiss, Liz.” He leaned closer, his breath fanning her neck. “And you know why? Because we’re both lawyers. And we’re smart enough to be able to separate our private lives from our professional alliances.”

She had certainly thought that was the case up till now.

She’d never even been tempted before. But Travis had thrown her emotions into chaos, by kissing her for just a few minutes.

Deliberately, she put her lawyer hat back on. “Which makes our actions all the more foolish,” she retorted. “You have to know that.”

His gray eyes darkened. He looked a little bemused, and a lot cocky. “Actually,” he drawled, letting his gaze drift slowly over her face, “if you want to get technical—and it sounds like you do—there’s nothing in the Texas Bar Ethics Code or Texas law preventing me from having a relationship with you outside of your work on the lawsuit. Besides—” he shrugged, still not ready to give up on pursuing her “—with you at the helm, this case will be over before you know it.”

Liz appreciated Travis’s faith in her even as she worried that her success meant he would soon be leaving Laramie County.

Wishing her lips weren’t still tingling, she looked him straight in the eye. “That doesn’t mean it’s wise for us to revisit past mistakes. We’ve been down this road before.”

“As kids.”

Past hurt rushed to the fore. That didn’t mean they hadn’t crashed and burned. Or that she hadn’t felt incredibly dejected and cried into her pillow for weeks afterward.

Her lower lip trembled. “You broke up with me, Travis.”

He stood there, patient and ready, raring to turn back the clock. “Because there was too much of an age difference.” Exasperation colored his low tone. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “And we weren’t right for each other then.”

“We’re still not.” She stepped back, not about to put her heart on the line, only to have it smashed to pieces. Again. “So let me be clear.” She slayed him with her best don’t-mess-with-me look. “I’m very happy to represent you. I’m glad you will be temporarily assisting my family and working on the Four Winds. But that, Counselor, is as far as it goes.”

“AT LEAST LET ME SEND YOU off with a cup of coffee and a couple of breakfast tacos,” Faye Elizabeth insisted at six the next morning.

Studiously ignoring the big male interloper sitting at the breakfast table, Liz simultaneously pulled on her suit jacket and checked her BlackBerry for messages.

She’d been up half the night, revisiting his kiss and her response to it, as well as everything that had happened years ago.

Travis, on the other hand, looked like he had slept great.

It figured.

She forced a smile and an attitude of nonchalance. “That would be wonderful.” Liz gave her grandmother a hug. “Thank you.”

Reba frowned, looking from Travis to her daughter and back again.

“What’s going on with the two of you?” she asked.

He kissed me and I responded, Liz thought. My goodness, how I responded …

It was a wonder she hadn’t melted into a puddle right there in the parking lot.

But not about to tell her family that, she shrugged, accepting with a murmur of thanks the breakfast her grandmother had packed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Liz fibbed.

“Something happened,” Tillie concurred, a matchmaker’s gleam in her eyes.

“And why were the two of you in town together last night, anyway?” Reba pressed.

“How did you hear that?” Travis asked.

Liz had heard him say he had gone off to get his belongings. Which he had eventually done, after collecting his vehicle.

“One of my friends saw the two of you coming out of your office, late in the evening,” Reba declared.

Small towns. Nary a secret anywhere. At least that’s how it seemed….

“I want Travis to sign a temporary employment contract with the Four Winds,” Liz said, in all honesty.

He looked at her, in lawyer mode, as able to roll with the punches as she hoped. “I think it’s a good idea, too.”

Faye Elizabeth regarded them suspiciously. “You couldn’t have done that here?”

Clearly, she hoped to keep them apart, or well chaperoned as much as possible to prevent any further romance from developing.

“It’s easier doing business in my office,” Liz said.

Especially with all three other Cartwright women looking over their shoulders, speculating on what was and wasn’t happening between her and Travis.

“Unfortunately,” Travis interjected with a beleaguered smile, “Liz had an emergency with another client that called her away, and we didn’t finish. So we’ll have to go back to it at some point soon.”

They would, Liz realized reluctantly. Which would mean even more time spent alone with him.

Only this time there would be no kissing. She would make certain of it.

“That won’t keep you from checking the new calves in the pastures this morning, will it, Travis?” Reba asked in alarm.

“Not at all.” He finished his coffee and stood. “I’ll get right on it. Thanks for the fine breakfast. Ladies …” He grabbed his hat and strolled out.

“My oh my,” Tillie sighed, her hand fluttering above her heart.

“I quite agree,” Reba said, sizing up his departing image the same way she sized up the procreating powers of a bull for hire. “Having a man like that for your baby’s daddy …”

“Mom!” Liz said, flushing hotly.

“I’m just saying….” Reba eyed her matter-of-factly, in that instant every bit as goal-oriented as Travis. “You’re not getting any younger and we need a new generation of Cartwrights. Travis is here. He’s hot. He’s available.”

“Why not just go ahead and say it—he’s a stud!” Liz interrupted sarcastically.

“And he’s from prime breeding stock,” Reba continued, without skipping a beat. She lifted a palm. “The two of you wouldn’t even have to marry—”

“Of course they would marry,” Tillie exclaimed, her romantic sensibilities offended by the notion of them having a baby and not living happily ever after.

“A romance with a man who’s not going to stick around for the long haul is the last thing Liz needs,” Faye Elizabeth grumbled.

Tired of having her life decided for her, by everyone but her, Liz sighed and grabbed her briefcase and her breakfast. “I’m out of here,” she told one and all grouchily.

To her consternation, by the time she reached the parking area, Travis’s pickup truck was disappearing down a dirt road that traversed the ranch.

Figuring she could talk to him later, she headed for the Laramie County sheriff’s station.

“You have to stop picking fights with people,” Liz told J.T. when they met up in the courtroom.

Disheveled and exhausted from a night spent in the holding cell, he remained defiant. “People,” he returned cantankerously, “need to stop waging battles with me.”

“This isn’t what your late wife would want for you.”

He ignored her reference to his beloved Cyndi. “I want that pool.” He peered at Liz. “And I know you can figure out a way for it to happen.”

Talk about the impossible.

She sighed.

“Meantime, if I get community service for this, make sure it’s something outside,” J.T. continued. “I hate being cooped up.”

Liz tried another approach. “You don’t have to plead guilty to the misdemeanor charges. I can get them dropped if you’ll only agree to get some grief counseling.”

J.T. scowled. “You know how I feel about that.”

“Nothing is going to make your grief go away, I know,” Liz repeated his oft-muttered sentiment.

“Exactly.”

Figuring that, under the circumstances, community service couldn’t hurt, since it would get him out of the house, Liz did as he asked.

The guilty plea was entered; he was lectured by the exasperated judge and assigned twenty hours of community service cleaning up local streets.

An hour later, she was headed back to the office.

It was noon by the time she arrived at the ranch.

Pale gray clouds were obscuring the horizon. Reba, Tillie and Faye Elizabeth were in the midst of gathering up their purses—and raincoats, just in case.

“What’s going on?” Liz asked. Given the fact it was a Saturday, they could be headed anywhere.

Tillie stuffed her notepad and pen in her handbag. Reba grabbed the keys to her own SUV. “We’re making our monthly shopping trip to the warehouse club in San Angelo.”

Liz wished she’d had more notice. Not having any destroyed her ability to adequately adjust her own workload. Nevertheless, she had a responsibility here. “Give me a couple of minutes and I’ll go with you.”

“That would be great!” her grandmother said. “We’ll wait while you change clothes.”

Reba gave her mother a chiding look, then turned back to Liz. “Actually, honey, we need you here, helping Travis move the cattle from pasture 53 to 62.”

With ten thousand acres of ranch land and only some of it currently fit for grazing, moving cattle around could be quite a task.

To her consternation, Tillie quickly reinforced that sentiment. “I don’t care how good Travis is on horseback, he can’t do it alone, dear. Well, not efficiently, anyway. Not with all the newborn calves and their mamas.”

“I’d do it myself if my hip were up to getting in the saddle,” Reba said.

Liz knew that to be true. There was nothing her mother liked more than cowgirl activities.

Liz ignored Faye Elizabeth’s lingering disapproval. There was no use aggravating her mother’s sciatica when it was just starting to mend. “Of course I’ll help with the cattle,” Liz said. She turned to Faye Elizabeth. “You don’t need to worry. I can handle Travis.”

Her grandmother harrumphed. “See that you do.”

Through discussing her love life—or lack thereof—Liz continued, practically, “When will you-all be back?”

“Around dinnertime, if all goes as planned …”

The ladies took off, and Liz went up to change clothes. Grimly, she downed an energy bar, saddled up and headed out.

Travis was where they’d said he would be, in pasture 53. He was hardly alone.

Reins in hand, she cantered over to join him. “Who are your buddies?”

They hadn’t had ranch dogs for some time.

These two were beauties.

Mutts, to be sure, but gorgeous ones. Both fast and agile as could be.

“Meet Mud.” Travis pointed to the smaller one. He had a thick brown-white-and-black coat and looked to be part border collie, part beagle. “And Jet.” He indicated a glossy black Labrador retriever–German shepherd mix.

“Hey, fellas.” Liz smiled from her place in the saddle.

“I borrowed them from my parents’ ranch,” Travis said. “They’ve got about two dozen cattle dogs out there, so we can keep them as long as we want them. What brings you out here?”

“I was told you needed help moving cattle.”

His expression didn’t change in the slightest. Yet there was something in his gray eyes. Some small glimmer of bemusement …

Liz stifled a moan. “They knew you had the dogs helping you, didn’t they?”

Which made her assistance unnecessary, as there were only seventy-five mama cows, with fifty baby calves to date. A lot for Liz’s mom to handle on her own, but nothing for a cowhand as fit and experienced as Travis. Especially when he was accompanied by two well-trained herding dogs.

He shrugged lazily in response to her question. “Introductions were made. Plans announced.”

Liz bit down on an oath. “Tillie and my mom are matchmaking.”

“But not Faye Elizabeth.”

Liz shrugged. “Of all of us, she’s the one who worries the most. So, you take that, plus her past—growing up without a dad, losing her husband so quickly after they married then watching my mom lose hers—I just don’t think she can bear to see any of us experience that kind of heartbreak again.”

“Whereas Tillie …” Travis prodded.

“Is still deeply romantic.”

“And your mom?”

“Practical to a fault.” To the point Reba was angling to make Travis Liz’s baby daddy. But Travis didn’t need to know that.

His eyes gleamed. “I figured it was something like that.” Again, he wasn’t the least upset.

Liz swallowed. It didn’t matter how sexy he looked in the saddle with a cowboy hat pulled low over his brow. She was his lawyer; he was a ranch employee. Their agreement specified nothing about social activities between them. And for good reason. Their lives were already complicated enough.

Liz grabbed the reins and wheeled her horse around. “As long as I’m here, let’s get to it.”

The next hour was spent cutting the mama cows and their calves from the herd. While Jet and Mud ran back and forth, barking and chasing the cattle toward the gates, Travis and Liz sorted those with calves into pasture 62, the still-gestating cows into pasture 54.