page_146 < previous page page_146 next page > Page 146 easy to throw herself against that broad chest, to melt into his embrace, welcoming the hunger of his kiss. Delaney arrived with his rig, and Ben swung the trunk into the buggy and helped Lacy onto her seat. Afraid Delaney would sense the tangible attraction between them, she moved away from the touch of Ben's hand quickly, still feeling the fire where he'd held her so briefly, burning her with even a casual touch. In the dim light she caught the flash of his wolfish grin. "Good night, Miss Phalen," he purred, caressing her name. "I'm sure you and Sadie will get along. Charlie, I'll see you later," he called, and climbed back up to the box of his own wagon. The last Lacy heard, he was coaxing his tired horses in his quiet drawl. Â < previous page page_146 next page >