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“Conversation?” she shot back. “I hadn’t notice we were having one.”
“Don’t start with me,” Brodie warned.
“Why not?” Not the least bit intimidated, Jamie’s temper had her rushing right into battle without thought of the consequences. “You already started on me.”
Something darkened his eyes as his voice dipped dangerously low. “That’s one, Jamie.”
“One?” Jamie made a show of looking around. “One what?”
He didn’t get the joke. “You don’t want to hear me tell you it’s two. Now get your ass up on my horse.”
“I’d rather walk home barefoot across snake-infested fields than go anywhere with you.”
“That ain’t the way you used to feel.”
That small reminder of the type of fool she used to make of herself only had Jamie dig down deep to find a tone worthy of her response. “That’s before I realized men like you were a dime a dozen.”
That got him, bringing his boots right to the tip of her tattered skirt. “That might be true, Jamie, but I don’t see a dozen men standing here. Just me…and one little girl. Who do you think is gonna win?”
“Listen here, you putrid pile of puke,” Jamie stepped on his toes as she met him chin to shoulder. “Don’t think for a minute that because I ain’t got a man at my side, I can’t handle the likes of you just fine. Unless you failed to notice, it was the boy screaming in pain.”
“Unless you failed to notice, I ain’t a boy, Jamie Traynor.”
Not notice when barely an inch separated her from that hard body? Even this close, she could feel his heat seeping into her skin, infusing her blood with that sparkling rush that made her just about hum. None of that came through in her smile or her tauntingly cheery tone.
“Not so much a man that you don’t need your brother to get the job done.”
“And just for that I’m going to keep you too.”
“Keep me?” Jamie laughed at that outrageous claim. “I am not some lost calf you’ve run-up on in a round-up, Brodie. You can’t just keep me.”
“I can.”
Fear. That’s what his solemn tone evoked. He only used that voice right before he delivered on a threat, but this one...he couldn’t keep her. That wasn’t the plan.
“There is no way my brothers would let you do such a thing.”
“All your brothers but Mike have already headed north on a drive. There ain’t nothing that scrawny boy is capable of doing to stand in my way until they get back, weeks from now.”
Weeks? Talk about bad timing. “Your brothers—”
“Are on the drive. Left this morning. Other than Caelen, Linc’s the only one who stayed behind, and he’s got his hands full taking care of your sister, who’s ready to pop his pup out any day now.”
That left her father as her last defense, and they both knew how he folded. “Don’t you even think about talking to my father.”
“Your father has a right to know what kind of coward his daughter is married to. Your husband has neglected his duties, and you’ve nearly gotten raped as a consequence. It is obvious you are in need of a new husband.”
“I don’t need any man, Brodie MacAuley. Least of all, you!”
“You’ll be on your knees, naked and at my mercy, when I accept your apology for that one.”
Jamie swallowed back the full-body pop those words triggered in her. The instant heat had her going wet in places only her hand had ever managed to make feel alive.
Those words did it. Just the idea made her grin.
“Naked and at your mercy, Brodie? You sure you’re man enough to take up that challenge now?”
Not bothering to argue it a second longer, Brodie’s only answer was to turn and swagger off toward his horse. In less than a second, his steed began mowing through the field, aimed right for her daddy’s house.