Chapter 13
Shadow Valley, Texas 1870
Buck returned to the parlor after tucking the children in, finding Fiona perched expectantly on the sofa. A glance at the clock confirmed the lateness of the hour. Despite the need to get her home, Fiona's posture telegraphed no intention of leaving soon.
"Apologies if I caused offense at dinner, Buck," Her voice dropped to a husky whisper, her hand trailing suggestively up his chest. "Seems I spoke out of turn on matters I don't fully understand."
"Always speak your mind, Fee," he replied automatically, his gaze lingering on her hand.
"How's your friend faring?" Fiona's voice dripped with veiled sweetness.
"She just fainted," Buck offered, his gaze lingering on Fiona's face. A flicker of something – jealousy, perhaps? Anger? – crossed her features before vanishing as quickly as it appeared. The brief display left him unsettled.
"And how long is this… stay… expected to last?" Fiona's perfectly painted brows arched inquisitively.
"Just until we locate her family. She seems… confused about a lot of things."
"Confused, or perhaps keeping secrets?" Fiona countered, her blue eyes locking onto his. "Why didn't you mention she was so young, and so very attractive?"
"Honestly, Fee," Buck shifted uncomfortably. "It hadn't crossed my mind."
"Never crossed your mind that she was attractive?" A devious smile danced on Fiona's lips. "Or never crossed your mind to mention it?" Her voice took on a seductive tone as she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear.
Buck rose abruptly, "It's getting late, Fiona. I should get you home." He reached out, offering a hand to help her up.