Devils on Horseback: Lee, Book 4 by Beth Williamson Read Free Book Online Page B

old horse and transform it into something a man with one arm could use, but she was willing to try. Heck, she could sew anything, why not use that skill to make something that might help Lee. Perhaps she could even use material from Henry’s old coat or maybe his canvas trousers. The possibilities for a woman with a sharp needle were endless, particularly if it was going to make his work easier.
    She didn’t think about the fact she’d have to be physically close to him to make the harness, or rather she kicked it to the back of her mind. A seamstress was a professional and didn’t get distracted by the body in front of her.
    Genny had all she could do not to snort. Distraction was the least of her worries—attraction was the biggest. Lee could have her in his bed in five minutes if he asked her. She wouldn’t offer herself up to him, but if he did the asking, she knew for certain there would be no contemplation. There would only be action and reaction. Genny swallowed hard and willed her heart to stop beating as if she was in Lee’s bed already.
    Good God, had she no shame? Was she that much like her mother? Hopefully the answer to that was no. The last thing she wanted was to be a woman who gave up everything, including her life, for a man.
    Genny took the traces from Sophie, surprised the small girl had carried the heavy leather and metal. “I will probably need to take some measurements from you although I’m pretty certain I already know how big you are.”
    This time, his mouth not only twitched, it formed a full-blown grin. Like a little boy who’d heard a naughty joke, or a man who’d just discovered a woman found him handsome as sin. In this case, possibly both.
    Her own lips wanted to smile back at him, but she wouldn’t allow herself that luxury. Lee was an employee, he worked for her, therefore she shouldn’t even contemplate kissing him much less measuring the length of his dick.
    That didn’t stop her from wondering about it though.
    She gestured toward the bucket. “I’ll leave the water for you and, uh, get started on the harness. When you come in for supper, I’ll take some measurements.”
    Genny backed away, the weight of the leather dragging her hands down. Lee watched her, reminding her of a great cat observing his prey trying to hide. That thought made her stop in her tracks.
    She was not anyone’s prey and she had to stop thinking of Lee as a predator. When she looked at him, really looked at him, she could see the frustration and pain on his face from the menial task made a million times harder because of his lack of two hands. Genny’s imagination had conjured up bad intentions, something bound to make her run. When would she learn to trust her eyes instead of her memories?
    “You all right, Miz Blanchard?” Lee frowned. “You’re not going to have a fit of vapors or anything, are you?”
    His question knocked the strangeness from the situation and prompted a snort to pop out of Genny. “Not hardly. Just feeling the heat, I guess.” With a smile and a lighter heart, she turned to go. “I’ll give y’all a shout when it’s close to supper.”
    As she walked toward the barn door, she began chastising herself for being such a complete idiot. Lee’s voice stopped her in her tracks.
    “Miz Blanchard?”
    She spoke without looking back. “Yes?”
    “I, uh, thanks for, uh, working on the harness.” His voice sounded strained as if expressing gratitude was something he didn’t do often. It didn’t surprise her; he didn’t seem the type to say thank you easily. It meant, however, that he really was grateful.
    “You’re welcome, Mr. Blackwood. I am happy to do it.” And she was, truly she was. Lee’s help in getting the crop in was all that stood between her and starvation.
    A little voice deep inside her reminded her that she was doing it for selfish reasons, using him for her own means. The stark truth, of course. She’d do anything she could to save the farm and her