Hay and musk ⦠Cowboy and all man.
She inhaled the scent of him, not stopping to think how crazy it was being a heartbeat away from kissing Jared Colton, the town cipher.
When his lips brushed hers, she groaned at the burst of electricity that sizzled in her veins. She dropped her hot-chocolate mug to the ground, and heard Jared do the same with his, just before he made a low sound in his throat, then cupped her face in his palms, deepening the kiss.
It was everything a first kiss should be, and a wave of yearning swept over Annette. Good and bad, because she didnât want this to stop, even though she knew it should.
There was something about Jared that made her throw caution to the wind, to forget about how sheâd gotten to St. Valentine and why. To forget that she barely knew a thing about him.
All she knew was that she could stay there all night, in his arms â¦
Chapter One
When Annette Olsen saw the dark cowboy walk into the Orbit Diner, her heart rate nearly spiked through the roof.
And it wasnât only because he was a tall drink of water, dressed all in black from his worn boots to his jeans, to the belt with the shiny rodeo championship buckle, to his Western shirt and hat that tilted over his brow.
No, even though the enigmatic Jared Colton was enough to put steam into any womanâs steps, Annette had been waiting for the man to stop by for his frequent early lunch because, oddly enough, she had come across something she was sure he was going to want.
She smiled at her only customers as she finished checking on them. âJust let me know when youâre ready to pay up.â Then she headed for the counter and ultimately the back room before Jared could sit in his usual stool by the glass-domed pies.
âFancy seeing you here,â she said lightly, passing right by him.
When his dark-eyed gaze lit on her, her pulse gave a brutal jerk. But she stilled it, as she always did.
It wasnât like she had much of a choice, not if she wanted to keep a sense of privacy and stay as far under the radar as sheâd been doing these past months.
He gave her one of those lopsided grins of his, a boon that not many others in St. Valentine ever saw, probably because Annette never got into the quiet cowboyâs business or asked him too many questions about why he had stayed around St. Valentine for so long.
She could appreciate a person with secrets, she thought. After all, she had more than enough herself.
âI thought Iâd surprise everyone by varying my lunch routine,â he said. âIâm impulsive that way.â
She laughed at his facetiousness, and he did, too. His hat still rode low, giving a slight shadow to the rest of his face, but she could tell that he was running a look over her. The slow brush of tingles down her body didnât lie.
Before she could stop herself, she rested a hand over her belly, which sheâd been trying to hide with a baggier waitress uniform.
She was seven months along, her belly just now popping, and she was trying so hard to keep anyone from knowing. Not yet, at least, because that was when people would start asking about the father.
Had Jared been looking hard enough at her to notice a weight gain? Was he about to ask a million questions that sheâd been avoiding ever since sheâd come to this town months ago, dirt flying out from under her tires, her wedding dress crumpled in a heap in the trunk of her Pontiac?
If her pulse had been jogging before, it was definitely racing now as she kept waiting for Jared to say something.
Anything.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Annette heard the fifties-flavored Valentineâs-inspired music playing low over the ceiling speakers, heard her only other customers telling her that theyâd left cash for their bill and her tip on the table, then the dinging bell as they exited the diner.
Absently, she lifted a hand in goodbye to them, then turned her attention back to Jared.
But all he did was reach for the nearby heart-decorated tin bucket that held all the napkin-wrapped silverware.
If there was anyone else in St. Valentine who understood how precious privacy could be, it was Jared Colton. Heâd proved it time and again while keeping to himself after wandering into town shortly before she had, just as much of a cipher as she tried to be, then turning his back on anyone who tried to poke into his reasons for being here.