Raising Kane (Rough Riders #9)(5)

Dammit. What was he supposed to do when she cried? Kane had little experience with women’s tears, except the manipulative variety. And these were borne of pain and frustration.


He grabbed a Kleenex. “Come on, sugar, you’re breakin’ my heart here.” He gently blotted her tear-dampened face. “You in a lot of pain?”


“Yes. It’s like my whole body is throbbing. Not a good kind of throbbing.”


He laughed softly. “I do believe the drugs are finally kickin’ in.”


“Maybe.” Ginger blinked at him. It didn’t help; her eyes had taken on a dreamy, unfocused look. “Can I ask you something?”


“I suspect you will ask me regardless if I say no.”


“Why did you kiss me that night?”


Kane’s heart skipped a beat. His gaze dropped to her lips. God, he still fantasized about that lush mouth. How aggressive he’d been with the kiss, how eagerly she’d welcomed it. How his wanting of her overrode his common sense, but he had zero regrets. Even now. Months later.


“Kane?”


He met her eyes again. “Why you askin’ me this now?”


“Because we’ve never talked about it. We both pretended it never happened. Or was that kiss so easy for you to forget, McKay?”


He angled close enough that her breath teased his lips. “Not. Even. Fucking. Close. You have no idea how much I still…” Crave you. Fantasize about you. Wish I would’ve taken what we both wanted.


However, Kane said none of that. He backed off just like he had that night. “Never mind. This definitely ain’t the time or the place to talk about this.”


“No. Tell me. Please.”


“I kissed you because you needed to be kissed.”


Her lips formed a half pout. “That’s all?”


Goddammit she was beautiful, even in pain, and Kane couldn’t resist touching her. “No, that ain’t all.


But that’s all I’m gonna admit to when you’re drugged up and hurtin’.”


Her lashes fluttered coquettishly. “See? Just like I thought.”


“What did you think?” Did you imagine I came this close to f*cking you up against that wall until you screamed loud enough to wake your kid and your dad?


Unlikely.


Ginger gifted him with a dreamy smile. “I think that you are a gentleman.”


“You have no idea how badly I want to challenge that statement,” he murmured, moving his thumb up to caress the arch of her cheekbone and the dark circle beneath her closed eye.


“Bring it, cowboy. Maybe I’m not as much the prim and proper mother that you see me as.”


Right. Kane doubted she’d be on board with some of the kinkier things that did it for him. “Sugar, you’re babbling.”


“No. I’ll remember every word of this conversation. I have perfect recall.”


“I don’t doubt that a bit, counselor.”


She shivered.


He grabbed a spare blanket from the dresser and covered her completely. “Better?”


“Uh-huh. Thank you.”


“Good. Get some rest. I’ll be back to get you tomorrow.” Kane made it to the door when her raspy voice stopped him.


“You’re wrong.”


“About what?”


“About the sleeping arrangements.”


Had to be the drugs talking.


He didn’t even turn around. He just kept walking.


Chapter Three


“Mom!”


Ginger smiled at Hayden when he skidded to a stop in front of her. “It’s okay. You can hug me. Just don’t squeeze too hard.”


He buried his face in her neck and heaved a deep sigh.


She placed her forehead on the top of his damp head, breathing him in. The scent of her little boy, baby shampoo beneath the hint of sweat and the cold tang of the outdoors. “I missed you, baby.”


“I’m not a baby.”


“My mistake.” She smooched his crown before he squirmed back. He never used to try and escape her hugs, but from the day he’d turned eight, he’d gotten stingy with maternal affection. She looked over at Kane, lounging in the doorway.


Good thing she wasn’t hooked up to a heart rate monitor.


Holy buckets the man looked commanding, even leaning nonchalantly against the doorjamb.


Commanding and an utterly striking example of masculine perfection. Scuffed black boots crossed at the ankle anchored the long line of his denim-clad legs. He wore a shaggy sheepskin coat and folded his arms over his broad chest. His ever-present black cowboy hat shadowed his face—a shame really, because Kane McKay had a beautiful face. Sharp angles defined his strong jawline. The neatly trimmed dark mustache and goatee framed those perfectly kissable lips. And his eyes. Lord have mercy on her soul. She could lose her train of thought in a heartbeat, gazing into those dark blue depths.


Don’t you mean you could lose your panties in a heartbeat?


The man epitomized rugged cowboy, down to the inscrutable way he looked at her, so she wasn’t quite sure what he was thinking.