Harden by Diana Palmer

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He whirled on his heel and carried her to the long, cushy sofa. He put her down on it and stood looking 82 HARDEN DIANA PALMER 83 at the length of her with eyes that made her body move restlessly. She felt uneasy. He was probably used to women who were voluptuous and perfectly figured, and she had plenty of inhibitions about her body that Tim had given her. The padded bra had been his idea, because he never thought she was adequate. Harden saw the hesitation in Miranda's big eyes and wondered at it.

Miranda, you aren't capable of making that kind of decision right now. " 90 HARDEN DIANA PALMER 91 Too soon. Too soon. She came back to herself all at once. This was the apartment she'd shared with Tim. She'd been pregnant. She'd lost control of the car and killed her husband and her unborn child. And only minutes before, she'd been begging another man to make love to her. She dragged the black dress over her head and fumbled the zipper up, her face white with reaction. She bundled up the rest of her things and pushed them down beside the sofa cushion, because she was shaking too hard to put them on.

He asked, indicating two cattlemen who were shoving each other and red in the face. "Their problem, not mine. I just didn't want to have to save you from a lynch mob. " Harden shrugged. " Evan stood up. "Well, we might as well go and eat lunch. " He grimaced as a blow was struck nearby. Harden pursed his lips, his blue eyes narrowing amusedly. " Evan stood in front of him. " It didn't work. Harden walked around him and right into a furious big fist. He returned the punch with a hard laugh and waded right into the melee.