Tamed on the Prairie (The Original Mountain Man #2) Read Online Frankie Love

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Novella Tags Authors: Series: The Original Mountain Man Series by Frankie Love
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Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
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"But why?"

I grit my teeth. This girl really doesn’t take no for an answer, huh?

"Because he’s got my property and I’ve got mine. Neither of us have any business getting in each other’s way."

She sinks down before me, reaching out to take one of my hands between hers.

"Listen, Boone," she murmurs. "I – I don’t know what’s happened between you and this guy. But if there’s a woman here who might have been through the same thing as me, then I need to meet her, you understand?”

I eye her for a long moment, considering.

"They don’t want visitors."

"Trust me, if she’s been through what I have, she’s going to want to talk to someone about it," she replies, her teeth resting on her bottom lip. "I know how it sounds-"

"You don’t want anything to do with Elias," I grunt. "No idea about his woman, but he’s not worth the trouble."

A frown flits across her face.

"Did something happen between the two of you...?”

I swallow back a sharp comment. She has no idea the depth of history that still exists between us, everything that we’ve been through. The stuff that binds us together, deeper than we’d care to admit to. I know he wants to forget it as much as I do, but we can’t just push it aside and pretend.

"Nothin’," I retort. "Nothin’ happened between us. Just ain’t nobody left on this land who’s worth trusting, that’s all. You don’t need to go wandering out into the woods to find answers."

"Look, I don’t care what kind of feud you’ve found yourself in, but-"

"I’ve said everything I have to say," I snap back. Feud? Like she even begins to understand what happened between us. The anger, the distrust. The pride punctured.

"Boone-"

I brush past her and out into the kitchen, where Woodrow is waiting for me next to his bowl - it’s full of bones that he’s long-since sucked clean, and I feel a little guilty for leaving him to go without for so long.

But that woman next door, she has a way of distracting me, of keeping me away from what I know I need to do. Being with her last night, it’s the first time I’ve been with someone since Anna – she had always told me not to let myself get caught up on her memory and to move on, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t come with a degree of guilt I can’t brush off so easily. Her hands in my hair, the weight of her in my bed, where my wife once lay...

And now, she’s asking questions about Elias, too. Damn, is there any part of my past that she isn’t going to find a way to wrap around her fingers? I don’t know.

But what I do know is that there’s more to her than she has revealed to me, and I can’t stem the curiosity that wants to get to the bottom of it.

CHAPTER 7

Cora

Stepping out of the cabin, I roll up the sleeves of one of his oversized shirts and make my way towards the fire, where he’s in the midst of roasting up a couple of rabbits for dinner.

Boone shoots a look at me as I step out of the house, the same expression on his face as he has worn since our argument the day before. Doubtful. Curious. But too proud to actually come out and ask me what’s on my mind. Well, I’m not going to be the one to break the silence, not until he does.

Which doesn’t mean I have been slacking with my chores, of course. No, I need to earn my keep here, same as anyone else, and I am not going to forget it. I have already scrubbed the bowls we used for breakfast down at the river and washed his clothes in the icy-cold water, determined not to give him any reason to cast aspersions on my presence here.

Not to mention the fact that I have to find out just who this girl is, the one that he told me dropped out of the sky and into the life of another one of the men who live in this place. I have been turning over the thought of her in my head all night, questions hot on my tongue as I lay there in the dark – he slept on the floor next door, arm tossed out protectively over Woodrow, much to my relief. Being close to him feels like a risk I can’t take, not till I get what I need.

Did we both whirl through time to end up here, me and this other woman? She married him, this man she found out here, and I can’t help but wonder if she was drawn to him like I was drawn to Boone. Though it’s hard to believe her other half would have brushed her off so swiftly when she had asked for explanation...



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