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Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance
Description: Tough. Taciturn. And a fool for letting her go? A Wild Ride story. Wyoming rancher Quinn McKay thought he'd only have to bide time until his levelheaded wife came to her senses and called a halt to this "trial separation". He never believed the marital rough patch would drag on for a coon's age. Libby McKay knew when she married the gruff, laid-back cowboy that he wasn't prone to blathering about his feelings. But three months have passed and her stubborn-as-a-mule husband is still living by himself in the horse trailer. It seems he'd rather hold onto his pride than hold onto her. Quinn realizes Libby is determined to move on if he doesn't loosen his tongue and he'll lose the only woman he's ever loved. In a last-ditch effort to keep her in his life, he offers her one weekend of uninterrupted sexual decadence. Reigniting the passion is easy. The hard part comes after the sheets have cooled and they find out if what remains is strong enough to survive past mistakes.
eBook Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd., 2009 2009
eBookwise Release Date: July 2009

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [169 KB]
Words: 34247
Reading time: 97-136 min.

Libby raised her chin. Her heart whomped when her gaze caught familiar blue eyes.

Quinn.

Even after fourteen years together, just seeing him set her pulse racing. Quinn was the stereotypical Wyoming rancher, more rugged looking than classically handsome. He'd maintained the same stocky build as in his younger years, although it appeared he'd dropped weight since being forced to cook his own meals. But it looked good on him. Everything looked good on him.

His face was smoothly shaven. The fresh scent of his aftershave, mixed with the aroma of his sun-warmed skin, drifted toward her, swamping her with longing.

Damn him.

To top it off, Quinn had worn her favorite shirt, the one she'd bought him for Christmas, navy blue with pearl-snap buttons and white stitching around the pocket flaps. The cut of the material showcased his wide shoulders and broad chest. The sleeves hugged his muscled biceps, every bulge earned the hard way from manual labor required to run a ranch. The dark fabric emphasized his coloring, his blackish-brown hair, the long, thick, sooty lashes surrounding his mesmerizing blue eyes.

Those intense eyes locked onto hers. Quinn gave her the unsure smile she hadn't seen in ages. Her heart thumped harder.

"Hey, Libby. You, ah, look good. Real good."

"Thanks. What're you doing here?" A panicked thought crossed her mind. "Did someone die?"

"No." He paused. Frowned. Seemed highly flustered. "It's sorta sad you'd think that's what it'd take to get me to come around."

Libby shrugged. "You haven't come around."

"True enough. But last time I checked, the roads run both ways, darlin' wife."

She notched her chin higher. "What do you want?"

"You."

Her stomach did a swoopy roll. "Excuse me?"

He kept leaning against the driver's side door, hands jammed into the pockets of a new pair of dark blue Wrangler jeans, his going-to-town boots crossed at the ankles. "I'm here 'cause I'm waitin' for you."

"Why?"

For a second, his shoulders tensed. Then he pushed away from the car and ambled toward her. "Because I don't like you dancin' with other men."

Taunting him usually had no effect. No matter how pissed off he might be, Quinn McKay never caused a scene. Never acted improper or impulsive in public, which was why his outburst in the bar last night had thoroughly confused her. Hell, he rarely acted improper or impulsive in private. So, she couldn't help the flip, "Oh. Is that all?" to see if she could goad him into another heated reaction.

"No, that ain't all. I'm also here to remind you that you're my wife and I don't share what's mine."

A chill skittered through her at his possessive tone. "I didn't think you cared."

"You thought wrong. Now dump your stuff in the back of the truck and get in. We're goin' home."

Libby's jaw dropped. The book bag hit the dirt. Her temper skyrocketed and her voice escalated. "Just like that? You think after three months of ignoring me and our problems that you can just show up and ... command me? I've got news for you buddy, not happening. Too little, too late."

A heavy pause lingered. She expected him to remind her to lower her voice. She didn't expect him to lower his head until her face was shadowed beneath the brim of his ever-present cowboy hat.

"Wrong answer. Better late than never is my new creed." Quinn peered into her eyes so closely she felt his breath fanning her lips. "I agreed to give you the space you demanded, Libby. Now I can see that was a fool-headed mistake on my part. So you're gonna rectify it."

"Me? How?"

"By givin' me the second chance I deserve." Quinn lifted his hand to her face. It shocked her to see that strong, capable hand trembling. He dragged the back of his rough-skinned knuckles down her cheek. "Please."

Oh God. When was the last time Quinn said that simple word to her? And meant it?

Libby stared at him, puzzled, yet unable to squash that last bit of hope. Was she seeing new determination in the eyes of the man she'd loved most of her life? A man she swore she knew straight to the bone?

"Libby?"

The soft, gruff way he'd spoken her name as a question, not a demand, tore at her resistance. "What?"

"Spend the weekend with me. Just you and me."

"And what happens come Monday morning?"

"We'll take it one day at a time and see how it goes from there."