Had he only thought there was amazing chemistry between them?

Her gaze locked with his and she felt her heart quicken. Slowly, he bent his head until his lips were only a breath away from her own. She couldn't breathe. Didn't dare. She thought she would die if he didn't kiss her.

He locked gazes with her. “I have to wonder why you aren’t being straight with me. I hate getting myself killed without knowing why.

I want to die.” May shook her head. “Let me get a knife.” “I’ve made a horrible mess of things.” “Haven’t we all? If you don’t want your supper burned, die quietly while I get back to the kitchen.

You’re a real cowboy.” He laughed. “You’re just now realizing that?

DJ saw the change in his expression the moment before he dropped the ax, reached out with his gloved hand and, cupping her neck, drew her to him. “I believe you owe me a kiss.

Hope you like my gumbo.” “I know we will,” Colt said, and took a bite. “Not too spicy for you?” the cook asked with a laugh. “As long as it doesn’t melt the spoon, it’s not too spicy for me.

She shot him a look she thought he might still remember, the same one a rattler gives right before it strikes.

Hud? Back here? Oh, man, what a birthday present," Hilde said, giving her another hug. "I'm so sorry, sweetie. I can imagine what seeing him again did to you." "I still want to kill him," Dana whispered. "Not on your birthday." Hilde frowned.