Candilee’s Beau

An excerpt from Candilee's Beau, the spicy follow-up to Candilee's Secret

"I— I don't know if I can," Candi said. She couldn't look him in the eye and just wandered back and forth in the little shed.

"You said you wanted to hear about bein' on the trail, right? Fightin' Injuns...? Gettin' almost caught by that sheriff in Tuckimaw...?"

The girl smiled. "Yeah." The broken light caught her across the face and lit up her breasts thru her thin white blouse.

Warren leaned toward her and said, "I ken tell you all about that shit when you come out to visit with me at supper time.... Excuse my French."

"I— I guess so. I— I could bring out somethin' to eat too."

"Hey, that's a good idea," the lanky cowboy said. He flashed that winning smile that caught her attention the first minute she laid eyes on him. It made her blush and turn away. He took the opportunity to push the pistol under the saddle blanket with his foot.

The smooth-talking drifter stroked his chin and looked sideways at her. "You shore are purty, Candilee...."

She stared at her bare feet. "You said 'shit,'" she said.

"Now, I'm sorry 'bout that—" he began to explain.

"I didn't know that was French."

The chiseled young man stopped and straightened slightly. Then he said in a low tone, "I know lots of French words."