But she felt...

Right.

Her breasts were heavy, her nipples tingling, and she was wet between her legs.

She’d never felt this before. Ever.

She knew what it meant but she’d never experienced it. And she’d never had...had these urges before.

She had wanted to...to strip his clothes off right then and there. To do things that she had never thought she’d be into at all.

Her head buzzing with these revelations, Jamie peeled herself off the brick wall and headed toward the saloon on unsteady legs, trying to avoid the uneven patches in the sidewalk and wondering why more drunk girls in heels didn’t fall down out here.

She pushed the door open and made her way back over to the table. Beatrix and McKenna turned to her with a comic attention, their glittering hands clasped on the table. If they’d had antennae, they would have been standing straight on end.

“What happened?” McKenna asked, leaning in, her eyes keen with interest.

“Nothing,” Jamie said, her eyes wide.

“He dragged you out. Then he came back in, but you didn’t come back in. Then he went out. But you came back in, and he didn’t,” Beatrix said, gesturing toward the door with each out she spoke, and back with each in.

“Did he not come back in?” Jamie asked, looking around.

And Crystal was still here.

Jamie wiggled in her seat, a friction of satisfaction moving through her body.

“No,” McKenna said, “he didn’t.”

“Well,” Jamie said, “there’s nothing to tell.”

“He kissed you,” Beatrix said, her eyes wide, the word injected with shock.

Jamie’s whole face felt like it had been pressed against a branding iron. “He did not,” she said.

“You have whisker scratches on your cheek,” Bea said accusingly.

McKenna nodded sagely. “You do.”

“Really?” Jamie put her hand on her face. She forgot to be cool about it because the very idea was so...fascinating.

“Yes,” McKenna said, sagely. “And I’m an expert on that particular subject.”

Jamie wrinkled her nose. “I’m not sure if I hope you mean my brother, or I hope that you don’t.”

“Well, he’s the only beard that’s going to give me a rash for the rest of my life. I should think that you would wish us well.”

“I do.” She blinked.

“I want kiss details,” McKenna said.

Jamie’s whole body felt like it had been dipped in hot wax. She burned. All the way down through her skin. “I...I can’t... I don’t...”

“How long was it?” Bea asked.

“The kiss or...or... I didn’t take his clothes off.”

McKenna howled. “How long was the kiss? Was there tongue?”

“Long enough and...and yes,” Jamie said, her cheeks burning. “Don’t say anything. To Wyatt.”

McKenna winced. “I’ll tell Grant not to say anything. But I don’t keep things from Grant.”

Jamie pulled a face. “But I’m his sister. You’re really going to tell him that I kissed some guy outside a bar?”

“Do you think it will bother him?” McKenna asked.

“I don’t know. I think, of any of them, Grant would be the most reasonable.” She thought of her brother, of his life and his experiences. “Yes, Grant would definitely be the closest thing that I would have to an ally. But mostly, it was a kiss. And it doesn’t need to be a thing. I mean...Gabe is my boss...”