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The final straw came when she brushed past him on the way out of Church, and her hand slid across his backside.
He froze.
She turned and winked, then she continued down the aisle as though nothing untoward had ever happened.
No wonder she never kept a suitor.
The boys in town were far too weak to handle so brazen and forceful a woman.
He had been walking down the dim and narrow passage between the blacksmith’s shop and the barn where he kept his horse – intending to check on the animal and make sure it was getting proper food and water – when the door suddenly opened there in front of him, hands reached out, and he was pulled inside.
The door slid shut just as quickly as it had opened, and he found himself being pushed up against it, small lips pressing upward against his, a most inviting tongue demanding entrance into his mouth.
He gripped the arms of his ‘attacker’ and pulled her away from him.
“Inéz?” he growled. “What in God’s Name are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” she retorted, slipping out of his grasp, pulling his face down into another kiss.
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