His eyes had narrowed becoming very dark, just as his voice deepened with an authoritarian quality. She didn’t know why but there was something oddly comforting about the way he claimed control over her. No, she’d not admit it to him, but she was attracted to the way he claimed the right to discipline her. The fact was, that whipping in her uncle’s barn was his doing five years before. Her uncle hadn’t laid a hand on her before or after, and she suspected he only laid into her that night because Jack was so roaring mad. He’d have called the sheriff and had her arrested if he didn’t. Her uncle was a weak man. Casey had been looking for a strong one since she was quite young. Maybe that’s why she was always annoying Jack Adams with her motorcycle.
Casey cringed remembering how painf
