Ex-prostitute Jazzy Morgan wants a respectable future and boards a stagecoach heading west.US Marshal Slade Thomas is on the trail of a bank robber and gets a jolt when he realizes he’s sharing the stage with three women who fit the description on the wanted poster.A lawman is the last man Jazzy should pursue but the experience of making her own choices leads to a night of passion.The next day, bandits strike and kidnap the women, leaving Slade with no choice but to follow the stagecoach tracks to a secluded cabin. But when he’s faced with going after the escaped bandit or saving a gunshot Jazzy, Slade has to decide between his duty and his heart.
Jazzy breathed in the scent of bay rum and eyed the fine cut of the tall man’s suit. She could still feel the press of his upper body against her shoulder when he’d leaned to release her skirt. Such solid chest muscles. From the corner of her eye, she gauged the cost of his tailored suit and fine felt hat, and started figuring the fee she could charge. Miss Veronica’s Rule #1: Aim for the highest reward. In her experience, a man with looks, money, and all his own teeth was a rarity.
Stop…no more thinking about fees. Her gaze flicked to the open window and she saw dry earth, low shrubs, and dust.
Miss Veronica’s was part of her old life.
When the handsome stranger first looked at her and cut off his own response, she’d feared he’d seen past her new traveling suit to the parlor girl beneath. Then she got to thinking this man could be the first conquest in her new life. The decision to invite him to her bed would be hers and hers alone. With regret, she shook away that thought. Her plan didn’t include seducing a man on her very first day of freedom. She had a goal, a destination, and higher aspirations.
The coach jostled over a rut and rocked violently. Jazzy’s head bumped against the wooden wall. “Ouch!”
“Ma’am, are you alright?”
The deep voice of the man to her left tickled up and down her spine. She loved raspy voices that hinted at secrets with every spoken word. Wouldn’t I love to learn his secrets? “I’m fine. The movement just surprised me.”
He leaned forward to look into her face. “Perhaps if we switch places, you’ll be saved from further injury.”
Jazzy gazed into dark brown eyes that seemed caring, and could only blink. This stranger was concerned about a bitty bump on her head? And they didn’t even know one another. “That is right kindly, sir.”
When he stood, she couldn’t help but admire how well the woolen trousers fit, displaying taut muscles. She curled her fingers into her palms to keep from reaching out to touch him. Miss Veronica’s Rule #3: No touching allowed until the fee is set.
How many hours left on this leg of the trip?