had been dating since he was fifteen. So why did he feel as unsure as he had when he’d been about to kiss a girl for the first time? It made no sense. Other than Gabi was different and he didn’t want to screw up.
The air grew thick, so thick he had difficulty breathing. The world around them faded away. All that existed was her. All that mattered was her.
Take it slow. Don’t rush her.
The warning in his head stemmed from good, cold logic. She wasn’t going anywhere, at least not soon. Her father had only recently been moved to rehab. They had plenty of time to build a relationship. For her to see, to accept, to embrace that he was her future husband.
Yes, he decided, he should take a step back. He’d been impulsive in the saloon. He needed to keep his desire for her under tighter control. There would be other opportunities, other nights for another kiss. A lifetime.
Dropping hands to his side, Jude kept his gaze on her eyes and away from those luscious lips. “I had a good time tonight.”
Something that looked like disappointment flashed in her eyes. Her brows pulled together. “Do you have something against kissing?”
He stared, nonplussed. “No. Do you?”
“Not if I like the guy.” She gave him a long stare that fried every brain cell he possessed. “Not if he likes me.”
“I like you.” The second the words left his lips, Jude realized he had reverted back to his teenage self. Except he’d never been this lame.
“Happy to hear it.” Her arms wound around his neck. “For a second I wondered if I’d lost my appeal.”
“Oh, darlin’.” Jude wanted so much to pull her close, to fit her hips against his. He settled for resting his hands on her shoulders. “That’s never going to happen. But I don’t want to rush you.”
“You kissed me in the saloon,” she reminded him.
“Impulse.” He shook his head. “Not very gentlemanly.”
“I believe—” She brought a finger to her lips and pretended to consider. “No, I’m certain. Being a gentleman is highly overrated.”
Jude brushed a strand of hair back from her cheek with the back of his hand. “I doubt Orlando Mendoza would agree with that sentiment.”
She laughed, a silver tinkle of a sound that relaxed the tight muscles in his shoulders.
“True.” She gazed up at him from beneath lowered lashes. “But he’s not here, is he? Besides, I make my own decisions.”
She was right. What her father wanted didn’t matter. With the moon illuminating her face, her eyes shining, all that mattered was her and him and the moment.
Jude lowered his mouth and touched her lips with his. She tasted like spearmint candy. He loved spearmint. He moved his hands down her arms then settled them on her waist.
“I like you, Gabi.” He let the word hum between them. Her brown eyes darkened to black in the dimness, but he didn’t need light to read her expression. Leaning over, he kissed the base of her jaw.
She brushed her lips against his cheek.
“I like you a lot,” he murmured, twining strands of her hair loosely around his fingers.
“Jude.” She spoke his name then paused, as if not sure what she wanted to say.
When her gaze met his, their eye contact turned into something more, a tangible connection between the two of them. Time seemed to stretch and extend.
Then she ran her hands up the front of his coat and leaned toward him.
He made a sound low in his throat then folded her more fully into his arms, anchoring her against his chest as his mouth covered hers. His hand flattened on her lower back, drawing her more tightly against the length of him.
He loved the way she smelled, an intoxicatingly sweet mixture of perfume and soap. Loved the way she tasted. Spearmint.
“You are beautiful,” he whispered into her ear right before he took the lobe between his teeth.
Shivers rippled across her skin.
“You’re soft,” he continued as he kissed her below her ear, then down her throat.
“The scent of you drives me wild.”
The honking of a car horn and wild teenage laughter with a loud male voice yelling, “Get a room,” had Gabi jumping back and Jude stifling a curse.
They’d already been interrupted a couple of times this evening. Enough, Jude thought, was enough. But he reined in his irritation as the night took on a sudden chill. “Gabi—”
“The porch light has flickered,” she said with a rueful smile. “It’s time for me to go inside.”
Damn.
Jude shot a murderous glance at the disappearing taillights. Then he staunched the emotion and met her gaze. “I want to see you again.”
“It’s a small town,” she said in a tone he found a little too cavalier. “It’s inevitable.”
He put his hands on her shoulders. Firmly met her gaze. “I want to see you again.”
Her cheeks went a little pink. “I don’t do casual affairs, Jude. I won’t be in town long enough for anything more.”
Jude wasn’t interested in a casual affair, either. He wanted the more, would have the more, but it was much too early for that discussion.
“I enjoy spending time with you,” he said again, firmly. What had his father once told him, Begin as you mean to go on? “I’ll be calling, asking to see you again.”
To seal the promise, he kissed her again.
Chapter Five
Gabi swore her lips still tingled when she arrived at the rehabilitation center the next day to see her father. The newspaper lay on a dining room table when she walked in.
Her breath hitched when he gave her a big smile. Love flowed through her. Though she adored her brothers, they’d been a unit of four. She’d spent most of her time with her mother. And when her father was home, she’d been a daddy’s girl.
“You’re looking chipper.” Gabi slid into the chair on the other side of the table.
“I could say the same about you.” He studied her thoughtfully. “You’ve got color in your cheeks.”
“I’ve been spending more time outdoors,” Gabi admitted, thinking of the early-morning run she’d taken as the sun painted the sky shades of pink and orange. “Though I’ve had to bundle up. It’s definitely not as warm as Miami.”
Her father laughed. “Not yet anyway, but I hear it’s supposed to hit sixty today, which is really good for this time of year.”
“Actually, I like the cooler weather. And Horseback Hollow is a great little community,” she told him. “I understand now why you’re so happy here.”
“I wasn’t sure you’d be able to see it.” Orlando appeared pleased by her admission. “There’s not much for young folks to do.”
“I enjoyed the barbecue Friday night.” Gabi decided to avoid any talk of last night’s activities with Jude. “I got to know Sawyer and Laurel better. Deke and Jeanne Marie seem like very nice people.”
“Their daughter Stacey is the one who stayed with me until the rescue squad got there.”
“I remembered you telling me that and made sure to thank her.”
“Good girl.” He gave an approving nod then his gaze grew shrewd. “You haven’t mentioned how your date went last night.”
“It