Hunter bent his head and pressed his face against her…

““Hunter bent his head and pressed his face against her hair. The next instant she felt his lips on her neck. She also felt his hand on her posterior. Frustrated by her high neckline and her full skirts, he made a fist in the calico. “So much wannup. Where are you, Blue Eyes?” He started to lift her dress. Loretta reached behind her and caught his hand. “Wha--what’re you doin’?” He lifted his head, eyes alight with teasing mischief. “I search for my woman. You are in there.” “I’m not your woman yet. Have you no shame? It’s broad daylight. People might see.” “They will see you are my woman.” “They’ll see my drawers, that’s what they’ll see!” He abandoned his hold on her skirt to run his palm up her back. “No bones. That is good.” Loretta’s face flamed when she realized he was referring to the whale bones of a corset. A decent man didn’t mention such things. “You haven’t brought me Amy,” she reminded him. “Our bargain doesn’t start until you do.” “I have spoken it. It is done.” “Amy first.” Before she realized what he was about to do, he swept her off her feet and put her on the horse, then leaped up behind her. Cinching an arm around her waist, he bent his head and said, “This Comanche will sure enough find her quick.””

— Catherine Anderson