A Cowboy to Marry. Cathy Gillen Thacker

stepped even closer. “Like the kiss … that almost happened. That is still on both our minds every time we are alone.”

      Color swept into Libby’s cheeks. “So what if it is?” she taunted defiantly. “I’m sure we’ll get rid of the notion sooner rather than later.”

      Holden grinned, the man in him rising to the womanly challenge in her. “I prefer sooner,” he murmured.

      Libby scoffed and tossed her head. “Well, so would I! But … there’s no way to do that.”

      “Sure there is,” Holden told her confidently. “I’ll show you.”