While she continued to tend his wound, he lay back watching her. He looked at her red hair and green eyes, and lips that he’d swear was red enough to have had berry juice smoothed over them. If he kissed her, what would he taste? He had to admire her. In less than half an hour she’d managed to remove his shirt, his gun belt, and his boots while giving him a lecture on the word ‘cheap.’ He’d never met a woman that wasn’t scared spitless around him until he met a little gal named Easy. Her red hair and green eyes were bright enough to put a man’s eyes out, and her body was lush from head to toe, and felt damn good wiggling against him.
“Be still,” she ordered as she pressed the rag against his shoulder.
“It hurts, dammit! You hidin’ cockleburs in that rag?”
“No,” she said, looking him str
