The Cattleman. Angi Morgan
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Men—bad men—were chasing them down a mountain.
There was no place to hide. Nowhere to escape.
What did Nick do? He kissed her.
Beth was in his arms and her lips were smooth against his. She restored something in him that had been missing this past year. He lifted his head, unable to help the smile that spread across his face.
She looked up and behind them, steadying herself with her hands on his shoulders. “We should probably get …”
“Moving. Right. You going to be okay?” he asked, really curious if the near fall had bothered her as much as the thought of losing her had bothered him.
Small rocks skittered past their heads. “Great. More than great. Let’s go while we can.”
Choosing a path was hard. He could hear the grumbles about being caught off guard, about not doing her job, not protecting her asset.
“Am I your asset?”
“Of course you are.”
“Beth, I’ve told you this before—I can look after myself.”
And just like it had been scripted, he heard the lone shot of a gun and zipped back to the cliff wall, covering Beth’s body.
The Cattleman
Angi Morgan
ANGI MORGAN writes Mills & Boon® Intrigue novels “where honor and danger collide with love.” She combines actual Texas settings with characters who are in realistic and dangerous situations. Angi and her husband live in north Texas, with only the four-legged “kids” left in the house to interrupt her writing. They recently began volunteering for a local Labrador retriever foster program. Visit her website, angimorgan.com, or hang out with her on Facebook.
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Thanks to Ron, the best cowboy I know. Jaxon, you keep chasing those cows for your new Pops! Jan & Robin, you are my rocks! Can’t do this without you gals.
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The gun barrel burned against his right temple after being fired during the attack. Nick Burke had made a fatal mistake putting his trust in anyone. A greenhorn like Beth Conrad was his second mistake. He didn’t struggle, dropped his rifle to the ground, raised his hands to his ears and watched his captor kick his favorite weapon over the cliff.
He cringed as it whacked its way to the bottom of the