A Saddle Made For Two

But why was it him who sent rivulets of heat through her whenever he looked at her? She might not know much about men, and she might not have paid much attention to her blossoming body, but she knew enough about both to know that he was the one who stoked a fire in her. She’d heard of chemistry, of how a woman’s body reacted to some men. But chemistry wouldn’t get her a home in the city and the kind of life she wanted. Chemistry would get her trouble.

Her pristine white bra and panties drew her attention. She remembered seeing fellow barrel racer, Dawn Dawson, in the showers in Memphis. The two of them were the same age, but Dawn had the body of Venus de Milo, and men always followed her around. The woman had peeled off her clothes right in front of Ellie, who had more modesty than she knew what to do with, to reveal jade-green bikini underwear and a matching bra that left little to the imagination.

Is that what makes Dawn’s hips sway from side to side? What gives her such confidence?

Ellie took a step back and studied her reflection. Would fancy underthings help? Not that anyone would see them, of course. But only to know that a secret lay hidden beneath her jeans and shirts…?

It was a thought she pondered for some time.

Chace waited until J.R. had driven away before making his first move. If the weasel was on the scent of something that would gain him more than a few bucks, he wouldn’t waste time. Chace needed to talk to Ellie and find out what she had that Jimmy Bob wanted. Things would only get worse if he put it off.

When the doorknob to her camper turned with ease, he swore under his breath, prepared to give her the blistering lecture she deserved. Hell, she’d already found one snake in there. Did she want to find another, this time with legs?

He wrenched open the door and leaped up the step. “When the hell are you going to—”

Freezing on the spot, his tirade stuck in his throat. Ellie stood less than five feet in front of him dressed in nothing but her unmentionables and looking at him with horror-filled eyes. He couldn’t have stopped his body’s reaction at the sight of her if someone had tossed a bucket of ice water on him. He’d seen women in less, but something about the maidenish look of Ellie did things to him he wouldn’t have imagined.