Cowboy Country

Carolyn was cold, and the thought of a hot shower was enticing.

Still, to take a shower, one had to get naked. And getting naked in the same house with Brody Creed was asking for trouble. Especially in her present mood.

For whatever reason, Carolyn wasn’t her usual self.

“Tricia keeps extra robes for company,” Brody went on, as calmly as if the situation were—well...a nonsituation. “They’re in the closet next to the linen cabinet.” He inclined his head, indicating the huge antique wardrobe behind her. “Help yourself.”

With that, he walked off down the hall.

Carolyn shut the door quickly, then she turned the lock. Then she scurried to make sure the doors leading into the adjoining guest suites were locked, too.

It was silly, she knew, as, shivering, she started the water running in the shower and began peeling away her soggy clothes.

Whatever his other faults might be, Brody wasn’t one to force himself on a woman.

But, then, it wasn’t what Brody might do that worried her.

It was what she might do.

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