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By:Calista Fox


innocent’ moment, are you?”

His expression changed completely. From pensive to surprised. He shook his head

and said, “I hadn’t exactly thought about it in those terms. But I do know how people react in this town. Your reputation’s gonna take a hit, darlin’, now that the reverend knows what we’ve been up to this morning. Even though it’s been a long time since…”

His voice trailed off and he rolled his eyes.

She stood and took a step toward him. “A long time since… what?” she asked in a soft voice, liking this new revelation. “Since you’ve made love?”

Jack smirked at her as if to say, “No, since I flew a kite.”

Smiling, she confided, “You’re not the only one. But again…not a virgin, so you’re

off the hook.”

He didn’t exactly grin at her, but the scowl was gone. “So you’re not feeling

debauched?”

“Are you kidding? In fact, I was just thinking—”

“Are you hungry?” he interjected before she got her say in how to spend the rest of

the afternoon. Under the covers.

Her brows knitted together at the sudden change of subject. But she spared a glance

at the clock in the kitchen. It was after two.

“As a matter of fact, yes, I am.”

“Great. Why don’t we head into town? I’ll buy you lunch.”

“You made breakfast. I owe you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he said, his voice still holding that far-off note.

He was totally lost in thought, she could tell. So she let him stew over whatever it

was that bothered him as she went into the bathroom and cleaned herself up and

changed into a new outfit. Seemed she wasn’t the only one with demons. Hadn’t he said as much last night?

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When she was presentable, she returned to the living room and asked, “So where

are you taking me for lunch?”

“Italian.”

Liza frowned. In a little Hill Country town called Wilder, Texas? “You remember

I’m from New York, right?”

He gave a short laugh. “Trust me, city girl.”

“Okay.” She followed him out the door and to his truck. The brooding thing was a

little challenging to decipher. She couldn’t tell if his mood had shifted immediately after he’d come, during her phone call or when Reverend Bain had shown up. Or anytime

thereafter. It sucked to have so many options from which to choose.

When they reached his truck, he didn’t bother with the rung below the door. He

simply clasped her waist from behind and all but hefted her up. She had to laugh at the He-Man power play. “I was expecting a hand on the ass.”

Jack grinned that slow, easy, sexy smile that drove her wild. Dimple and all.

Yet another quick change in mood.

“If I touched your ass, we’d never make it to lunch,” he said with a flash of white

teeth and a wicked glint in his eyes.

The ache deep in her cunt came back full force. “And that would be a bad thing?”

Seriously, she’d skip a meal or two or ten if it meant falling back into bed with him.

Jack reached for her, gently taking her chin between his thumb and forefinger and

easing her head to his. He kissed her, long and leisurely, as if he didn’t have a care in the world. An odd contradiction to the ominous mood he’d been in previously.

But that was ancient history now. One scorching-hot lip-lock from this guy and Liza

was melting all over again, completely forgetting about the strained attitude in her

cottage and the unexpected visit from the good reverend.

When Jack eventually pulled away—and it felt as if he’d kissed her for at least ten

minutes—she sighed. Her eyes were closed and the corners of her mouth lifted.

“Another hot one,” she said.

Jack groaned. “You’re making me hard again.”

“I’m up for skipping lunch.” Unfortunately, her stomach protested, choosing that

exact moment to remind her they’d worked up one hell of an appetite in bed.

The Devil chuckled. “There’s time for more sinnin’ later, city girl. Let’s get

something to eat.”

She opened her eyes and sighed. “Never thought a man would choose food over

sex.”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “It was your stomach that growled.”

Oh yeah.

She tucked herself into the cab of the truck and latched the belt, much more steadily this time, as he closed her door and rounded the front end. Had it only been last night 73

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that she’d watched him do that very same thing? And had anticipated how the rest of

the evening would play out?

A little flutter of excitement rippled through her.

What more did she have to look forward to where this handsome devil was

concerned?

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Devil in Texas

Chapter Seven



Town was always an interesting place to be on a Saturday afternoon. The citizens of

Wilder were out in force—relatively speaking, of course, given a population of right

around three thousand. Parents bustled about, grocery and shopping bags in tow, while their rambunctious kids raced up and down the sidewalks. There were a few cafés with

outside seating, and plenty of people braved the summer heat and thick humidity for

some fresh air.

Jack pulled the truck into a dirt parking lot and climbed out. He was already

rounding the front of the truck to help Liza when she eased her way to the ground

while trying to keep her short skirt from hitching up. He was disappointed to find she’d just about mastered that maneuver. A little hitching would have gone a long way with

him.

Diverting his attention from her shapely legs, which he hoped to have wrapped

around his hips later tonight, he shut the door behind her. Though the little head

wanted to overrule the big one and take her right back to bed, he’d been raised with

better manners than that. She was probably starving. He certainly was.

Of her independent nature, he said, “So much for the chivalry thing again. I could

have helped you out of the truck.”

“I already know you’re a gentleman. Well,” she amended with a flash of lust in her

deep green eyes, “sometimes.”

He grinned. “Haven’t heard any complaints so far.”

“Doubt you will,” she said with a suggestive wink.

Keeping his mind off sex with Manhattan was going to be right up there with

running for City Council. One hell of a battle.

As they fell into step together on the sidewalk, he took her hand in his.

She faltered a bit, either from his intimate gesture or her shoes, he wasn’t sure. Once again she wore shoes that made him question their comfort and overall practicality.