Excerpt of The Heart of a Texas Cowboy by Linda Broday

With night wrapped around her like a cloak, Lara hummed
while she washed the dishes and put everything away.

Houston sat on the ground with Gracie, his back against his
saddle. The babe lay on his chest with his hand patting the
small back. He caught Lara looking and winked as boldly as
some scoundrel. Heat rose to her cheeks. She lowered her
gaze and made quick work of the dishes.

“Do you want me to take Gracie to her bed?” Lara asked,
joining him.

“If you can pry open her fist to get my vest out of it. For
such a little thing she’s sure got a grip.”

Houston was so near his soft breath fanned her cheek. Her
pulse raced. This man she’d married invaded every thought.
He’d shown kindness and caring and brought hope back from
the grave where she’d buried it.

He laid a hand on her arm. “You’ll be back?”

“Yes. I won’t be long.”

“I’ll only be in camp a little while,” Houston said,
yawning. “Have to spell the other drovers.” At her
questioning glance, he explained, “Everyone shares guard
duty, me included.”

She nodded and hurried to lay Gracie in her crib next to her
crib beside the chuck wagon. With her precious daughter
sleeping soundly, she returned to the fire to find no sign
of Houston. Her heart sank with disappointment. She’d missed
him, missed her goodnight kiss that he’d begged for.

Houston called quietly from the deep shadows. “Over here, Lara.”

Following his voice, Lara discovered him leaning against the
trunk of a mesquite tree. Rays from the full moon lightened
the dark brown strands nestling against his collar, adding
glints of silver.

“I didn’t want to take a chance on us being interrupted so I
walked out here,” he explained.

Lara wet her lips. “I thought you’d changed your mind.” That
he didn’t want to kiss a woman so scarred.

“Not a chance, lady,” he growled low and pushed away from
the tree. “It’s all that’s been on my mind since you agreed.”

When she moved to him, he opened his arms. She walked into
his embrace as though it was door and pleasure awaited
there. Inhaling the scented air, she laid her head against
the hard wall of his chest. She wanted to stay there forever.

Houston lightly rested his chin on the top of her head. “I’m
real glad you came on this drive. Nights can get lonely out
here.”

His deep voice vibrated inside her. It was like he became
part of her. “I’m glad I did too. Even though I had to work
to convince you.”

“Yeah, well, I’m a stubborn fool.”

He put a finger under her chin and lifted her face. Without
a word, he lowered his mouth. The minute his warm lips
touched hers, Lara had to clutch his arm to keep from
falling. Her heartbeat pounded as though trying to keep up
with the blood racing through her veins.

A hot, demanding, achiness swept over her. She needed this
man and at the moment didn’t think she could live without
him. Nor did she want to try.

With a low cry, he placed his large hands under her jaw and
deepened the kiss, sending a series of quickenings into her
stomach similar to the ones she felt when Gracie curled in
her womb. Maybe these stirrings signaled life much in the
same way her baby’s movements did to let her know she was
alive and couldn’t wait to be born.

Maybe she could forget the past and start fresh.

Maybe this was what she’d waited so long for.

As she leaned into him and gripped Houston’s vest, pleasure
like she’d never felt swirled inside her. She clung to him
afraid if she let go, he’d vanish and she’d discover it was
a dream.

Lara suddenly pushed away. No it wasn’t love because that
didn’t exist. Not for her. It was too dangerous to believe
in love. To believe she had anything to give any man.

What’s wrong, Lara?” Houston gently pushed back her hair.
“Did I do something to upset or frighten you? I shouldn’t
have grabbed you like that.”

“You did nothing wrong.” It was her. She almost let herself
believe that someone could love her. One look at her
reflection showed the impossibility of such a thing. “I’m
sorry,” she murmured brokenly.

Through tears, she stumbled back to the light of the
campfire, escaping all that brought pain.

The past.

Herself.

An impossible future.

Escaping everything. If only it was that easy.

Houston stole up behind her and touched her shoulder. “Talk
to me. I want to understand.”

She owed him some explanation. Impatiently dashing away the
tears, she turned and let anger spill. “It’s not you,
Houston. It’s me. I’m broken. Too broken to fix. You can’t
repair something that’s missing the pieces. Blackstone took
a lot more than....” she paused, “He stole....”

“Your soul,” he supplied quietly.