Читать книгу The Maverick Fakes A Bride! - Christine Rimmer - Страница 3

“We’re not giving up now,” Brenna said. “Don’t even think it.”

“But are you…?”

“We are doing this.” Her eyes had stars in them. “And we are taking home the prize.”

“Brenna…” She smelled of flowers and fresh-cut grass. Travis really wanted to kiss her.

“Do it,” she whispered, clearly reading his mind. “We need to do it. How can we pretend that we’re headed for forever when you’ve never even put your lips on mine?”

Was she right? Did he really need to kiss her to make their fake relationship seem real? All he could think was that he’d never kissed her—and he had to kiss her.

He lowered his head a fraction closer and she surged up.

His mouth touched hers.

With a sigh, she let go of his shirtfront. Her hands slid up to clasp the back of his neck. “Travis…” She stroked his nape with her soft fingers as she whispered his name, kissing it onto his lips.

So good. So right. She tasted of honey, of ripe summer fruit—peaches and blackberries, watermelon. Cherries. She tasted of promises, sweet hopes and big dreams. She tasted of home.

Someone yelled, “Kiss her, cowboy!”

Neither Travis nor Brenna paid their hecklers any mind. The brims of their hats collided. His fell and then hers. Neither of them cared.

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