Raising Kane (Rough Riders #9)(9)

“No. I feel like a horrible mother. Not being here when Hayden needed me.”


“He didn’t want to worry you because he really was fine. If I thought it’d been something serious, I would’ve called you. You know that, right?”


She nodded.


“If you’re worried I’ll think you’re a horrible mother? Think again.”


“Why’s that?”


He laughed softly. “Sugar, I ain’t one to cast stones. There’s nothin’ wrong with goin’ out and havin’


a good time once in a while. Especially since I know you’re rarely whoopin’ it up at the Golden Boot.


Which is a damn cryin’ shame.”


“Why do you say that?”


“Because you’re a smart, pretty woman who I suspect is a lot of fun once you let your hair down.”


In such close proximity and in dim light, Kane’s eyes glowed dark indigo. Such compelling eyes fringed by ridiculously long black eyelashes.


“You’re lookin’ at me like you’re considering cuttin’ loose.”


Can I cut loose with you?


Bracing his hands on either side of her head, Kane studied her curiously. “Did you mean to say that out loud?”


Oh crap. She shook her head.


“Didn’t think so.” Kane’s moist lips teased her ear and followed her jawline. A delicious slow, warm shudder worked through her entire body. He brushed his mouth across hers. Once. Then he eased back slightly to gauge her reaction.


Unconsciously, Ginger licked her lips.


A half growl rumbled from his chest and Kane captured her mouth and he kissed her.


Man, had he ever kissed her. A tongue-plundering, lip-gliding, hot, wet and conquering kiss. She figured she’d have a real screaming orgasm if she kept kissing Kane McKay, so she kept her lips locked on his. Lord, his kisses alone made her dizzy with desire. Drunk on his wicked sensuality.


The kiss ebbed and flowed, relaxed and intensified, and seemed to go on forever, but not nearly long enough.


Who knows how much farther it would’ve gone if Hayden hadn’t called out for her.


Kane retreated immediately. Ginger began to apologize, but Kane very gently put his finger over her kiss-swollen lips. “No need. I’ll let myself out.”


After she’d soothed her son, she half hoped Kane had changed his mind. But he’d been gone and they’d never spoken of the kiss again.


Kane glanced out the window at the setting sun. As much as he didn’t want to leave, he had a couple of things to tend before dark. He grabbed his coat and stopped in front of Dash. “I’ll be back in a bit.”


Dash waved him off. “No rush. I imagine she’ll sleep for a while yet.”


“Where are you going?” Hayden asked, looking up from the chess game.


“Home to do some chores. Got to make sure Shep has food.”


“I wish you could bring Shep here.”


“Me too. But I’ve stashed him in the barn where it’s warm and dry.” Kane missed his dog, but he knew he couldn’t keep Shep in Ginger’s house, despite Hayden’s continuous claims he wasn’t allergic to dogs, just cats.


“Can I come along?”


Kane looked at Dash, then back at Hayden. “Tell you what, if you stay here and keep an eye on your mama, I’ll take you tomorrow and you can help me check cattle, okay?”


“Okay.” Hayden returned his focus to the chessboard.


The cold air bit into him and he wasn’t surprised to see the temperature had dropped to a single digit.


He huddled in his coat and cranked the heat in his truck. Icy fingers of snow slithered across the road.


Somehow he managed to block out the conversation with Ginger because chances we’re high she either wouldn’t remember it, or she’d ignore it.


At his place he parked under the carport. He checked the house first, finding it eerily quiet inside. He didn’t bother to take off his boots as he wandered to his bedroom. He’d purchased the trailer after his cousin Cam bought the Boars Nest from him and Colt. By that time Colt had already built his new house, Kade was married to Skylar and Kane was used to living alone.


As a bachelor, Kane had no desire to design room layouts or choose kitchen cabinetry and countertops or pick plumbing fixtures. He’d wanted a ready-made house and this mobile home bought at an oil company auction fit him perfectly. Not too big, not too small and easily moved onto McKay land.


Kane poked his head into the extra bedroom and debated on grabbing his laptop, but knowing Hayden’s tendency to monopolize his time, he doubted he’d have a chance to work on updating cattle records.


He’d taken a six-pack of Bud Light from the fridge when he saw his brother Kade’s rig park out front.


It was about the time Kade headed home to his wife and kids in Moorcroft.


The instant he stepped outside, a purple fur-lined hood bobbed as the pink streak raced toward him.


“Uncle Buck!”


Kane grinned at his oldest niece. The girl was a spitfire, all sweet girlie goodness one second, wild and ornery as a mustang the next.