And while he liked the thought of a family—and Becca in his bed—it would be here. In Wyoming. Because someone like Becca wouldn’t last very long in the Alaska wilderness. It took a certain type to live in the northern reaches, and she wasn’t it.

So, no, he couldn’t touch her like he had tonight. Couldn’t kiss her like he needed her. He sure shouldn’t have wrung those little cries out of her or played with her pretty tits and . . . hell.

He grabbed more wet wipes, because he was going to need them. His cock was already hard in his pants once more.

This might be a problem. He couldn’t walk around with a permanent hard-on. He had to decide if he wanted the problem of the pretty hairdresser, or if it was better to cut ties before she got too attached.

And because he was a weak man, he sniffed his hand again and jerked off one more time.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

The next morning, the redness in Becca’s face had mostly disappeared. Mostly. She still looked rather suspiciously pink in the lower parts of her face, so she styled her hair to frame her face as much as possible, slathered on a bit too much makeup, and tried to pretend like it wasn’t a problem.

Because really . . . as problems went? This wasn’t one. She’d been kissed thoroughly on her date with a handsome man. He’d made her come so hard that she’d seen stars. And now she was going to see him again this morning. She’d slept so well last night, and she couldn’t seem to stop smiling even though it was ridiculously early. Maybe she was getting used to the early-morning ranch hours, which might not be a bad thing if she was going to date a cowboy.

She picked up the doughnuts, with a bag of pink-iced doughnut holes for her little angel, Libby, and drove out to the Swinging C. She parked in her usual spot, grabbed her things out of the car, and was a little surprised that Hank wasn’t waiting to take the packages from her. He was normally the first one to greet her in the morning.

That felt a little weird, especially after last night.

So she knocked, and when Doc answered the door, she gave him a brilliant smile. “Your early doughnut delivery is here!”

“Prettiest deliveryman I’ve ever seen,” Doc teased, just like he did every time she arrived. “Come on inside. Everyone’s just now stirring.”

“Hank sleeping in?” she asked, then felt her face flush because, gosh, wasn’t she being so obvious?

“No, he’s in the barn. Bit of a calf emergency.” Doc gave her a crooked grin. “You just have me this morning, and Libby.”