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  His Sweet Kitten

  Return to the Mackenzies

  Lynn Coppersmith

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  His Sweet Kitten

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  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Epilogue

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  “Let me go!”

  “Not until you tell me why you’re here.”

  “I won’t, and you can’t make me.”

  She realized her mistake as soon as the words were out. Their gazes locked in challenge, then his lips curved into a satisfied grin that made a shiver of dread snake down her spine.

  “We’ll just see about that, kitten.”

  Gabe towed her toward some bales of hay, with her struggling the whole time. She kicked him hard in the shin, and he released a grunt of pain, but his grip on her upper arm never loosened. She tried to kick him a second time, but he dodged and released his hold on her arm so abruptly that she nearly fell over.

  “Enough!”

  He scooped her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and her breath escaped with a whoosh. Before she could recover, he pulled her boots off and wrapped an iron hard arm across her legs to keep her from being able to kick him anymore.

  “Let me go,” she screeched.

  She pummeled her fists on his back, but it didn’t seem to have any effect on him. When she tried to bite him, Gabe swatted her bottom hard.

  “Calm down, you little wildcat.”

  Gabe sat down on a bale of hay and set her on her feet between his thighs. He began unbuttoning her britches, and Leslie tried without success to bat his hands away.

  “What the hell are you doing?” she screeched.

  “Watch your mouth,” he repeated, working methodically on unfastening her buttons. “I’m doing what I should’ve done a long time ago. I’m going to spank some sense into that stubborn little head of yours.”

  Before Leslie could respond, he whisked her britches down to her shins and flipped her over his lap in one fluid movement. She gave a mortified squeak, and her cheeks burned with shame. She had never felt so exposed with her naked bottom in the air and her head hanging down beside his calf. She was frozen with shock for all of two seconds before she started fighting for all she was worth.

  Gabe held her easily, despite her struggles. She thrashed and squirmed, trying her best to wrestle free of his hold. He could feel his cock throbbing and aching, and he bit back a frustrated curse.

  “Be still, kitten.”

  “Like hell I will! Let me go, you big bully.”

  “Tell me why you’re here.”

  “No. Let go of me.”

  The only answer she got was a hard smack on her bottom. For a moment, she was stunned into stillness. Then, the pain and burning started, and she screamed with impotent fury.

  “How dare you, you big jackass! Let me go, or I’ll scratch your eyes out.”

  She twisted around to do just that, but Gabe captured her wrists and pinned them firmly against her lower back. An even harder smack landed on the other side of her bottom, and she squealed as she kicked her legs, trying to win her release. All that accomplished was to make her britches fall to the ground. She had never felt so humiliated, knowing that he could see everything below her waist. She clenched her thighs tightly together to provide a small shred of modesty.

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  Chapter 1

  Willamette Valley, Timber Grove, Oregon, 1874

  Leslie Catherine McKenzie loitered near the back of Thompson’s General Store trying to be inconspicuous as she eavesdropped on the conversation between a nearby group of young ladies. She normally wouldn’t have paid them much mind, but when she heard Gabe Faulkner’s name mentioned, her ears pricked with avid interest. Leslie had been in love with him for years, and hearing other young ladies gossiping about him grated on her nerves. Especially when Lena Lewis was doing most of the talking.

  “Are you sure he’s going to ask you to marry him?” one of the ladies whispered with awe.

  “Well, I’m not sure,” Lena replied with a smug smile, “but he has certainly been showing all the signs.”

  “Oh, tell us everything,” said another of the excited young ladies.

  Lena shrugged while stroking a bolt of fine blue silk. Her casual behavior didn’t fool Leslie for a second. Lena was obviously enjoying being the center of attention.

  “Well, he has joined us for lunch after church for the last five S
undays in a row. Pa says he isn’t just interested in the food.”

  “You’re so lucky,” one of the ladies said with an envious sigh. “He’s the most handsome man in Timber Grove.”

  “Are you kidding?” said another. “He’s the most handsome man in all of Oregon!”

  The other young ladies giggled and squealed with delight. Leslie felt as if she might throw up. She peeked between two displays, watching as the young ladies leaned in close and whispered so low that she couldn’t overhear what they were saying.

  Lena was everything that Leslie wasn’t. Lena was tall, slender and the epitome of a well-bred young lady. Her hair was as a rich chestnut, and her fair complexion and wide blue eyes never failed to draw attention from the men in the town. No wonder Gabe was smitten by her. A soft masculine voice jolted Leslie from her gloomy thoughts.

  “Can I help you find anything, Miss McKenzie?”

  Leslie jumped and whirled to face the owner of the store, Mr. Thompson. His twinkling eyes told her that he knew she had been shamelessly eavesdropping rather than shopping, and her cheeks heated with a guilty blush.

  “Uh, no, thank you, sir. I was just having a look at these new slingshots you have.”

  “They are nice, aren’t they? Are you interested in a certain one?”

  Leslie shook her head, dipping her head to hide her red cheeks. She normally would have loved to chat with the friendly shopkeeper, but she abruptly turned away to escape the embarrassing situation. “Just looking, sir. I’ll come back another day, when I have enough money.”

  “Okay then. Say hello to your ma and pa,” Mr. Thompson called to her as she quickly made for the door.

  “I will, Mr. Thompson. Good afternoon.”

  “Good afternoon,” he replied with a grin. He shook his head, his smile turning wistful. “Oh, to be young again,” he muttered to himself with a chuckle as he watched her mount her horse and trot down the street.

  “Leslie McKenzie!”

  She reined her horse to a stop and turned to see who was calling her. Leslie inwardly groaned. The last thing she wanted right now was to talk with Bernard Phillips.

  Bernie was another neighbor who lived on the other side of Gabe’s farm. He was a couple of years older than she was and she had known him her whole life. Unfortunately, he had a rather obvious infatuation for her and had been trying to win her affections for the past several years. Nothing she said or did seemed to dissuade him.

  It would have been easier on her heart if she could have returned any of Bernard’s feelings. He was reasonably attractive, although he had never held any interest for her. He had brown hair, brown eyes, was tall and broad shouldered, and his features were pleasantly average. His personality was also pleasant, although he was annoyingly persistent in his efforts to win her heart. Leslie had tried several times to let him down easily, but he just wouldn’t listen. She took several deep breaths and prayed for patience as she waited for him to catch up.

  Bernie trotted his horse up beside hers and gave her a brilliant smile. “I didn’t know you were coming into town today. I could have come with you.”

  “Hi, Bernie. I’m actually just on my way home, so if you will excuse me.”

  “I’m headed home, too,” he said, beaming at her. “I’ll escort you.”

  Leslie turned her horse toward home, and Bernie brought his horse alongside hers. They nudged their horses into an easy canter.

  Leslie rolled her eyes and sighed. “I don’t need an escort, Bernie. How many times have I told you that?”

  “A beautiful young lady like you shouldn’t be riding around all alone. It’s not safe,” he insisted. “I’m surprised that your pa allows it.”

  Leslie frowned at him. “My pa allows it, because he knows that I am perfectly safe. I know everybody who lives around here.”

  “You never know when some dangerous strangers might be in the area. I would hate for you to be caught all alone on the road, that’s all.”

  Leslie gave an unladylike snort. “Bernie, we both know things like that don’t happen around here. And even if they did, I can take care of myself.”

  “But you shouldn’t have to, Leslie. I would be more than happy to serve as your escort anytime you want to go into town. You know that I would like nothing better than to spend more time with you.” He gave her a hopeful look. “In fact, I would be honored if you would allow me to court you properly.”

  Leslie sighed and turned to meet his eye. “Bernie, please stop. You are a very nice man, but I could never think of you as anything but a friend. The sooner you realize that, the sooner you can find some other young lady who will appreciate your attentions.”

  Bernie nudged his horse closer to hers and spoke earnestly. “But, Leslie, I’m only interested in you. If you would just give me the chance, I’m sure that I could change your mind.”

  Leslie heaved another weary sigh. “Look, Bernie, I really don’t want to hurt your feelings. I’ve always liked you. You’ve been a good friend. But my heart already belongs to someone else.”

  Bernie looked surprisingly unconcerned. “If you’re talking about your fascination with Gabe Faulkner, you’re wasting your time. I heard it on good authority that he has been courting Lena Lewis for the past few weeks. It looks pretty certain that those two are headed for the altar.”

  Leslie’s heart twisted in her chest. It seemed that everyone knew about this except her. Luckily, they had reached the turn off for her home. She drew her horse to a stop and faced Bernie.

  “That’s neither here nor there. I’m telling you, Bernie, you are wasting your time with me. I will never have any feelings for you other than as a friend.”

  “But you don’t know that unless you give me a chance,” he insisted.

  Leslie made a frustrated sound and began to turn away. “Bye, Bernie. I have to get home.”

  She didn’t wait for him to answer. She trotted down the lane and didn’t slow down until Bernie was out of sight. She slowed her horse to a walk and patted his neck absentmindedly.

  Leslie frowned as she slowly rode the rest of the way home. Her eyes burned with unshed tears, and she blinked rapidly to keep them from falling. Gabe couldn’t marry Lena! He belonged to Leslie, at least in her own mind and heart. She had loved him since the first day she met him, eight years prior. She had done everything she could to earn his love in return, but he always treated her more like a child than a young woman.

  Gabe Faulkner and his family had moved to the neighboring farm when Leslie was ten-years-old. Gabe had been sixteen at the time, and he had instantly captured her heart. Even as a teenager, he was large for his age. Now, he stood well over six feet, and although he was solid muscle, he moved with sleek grace. His black hair, blue eyes, deep dimples, and well-proportioned features had inspired many a pleasant daydream, not only for Leslie, but for the entire female population of Timber Grove.

  Gabe had quickly made friends with Leslie’s male cousins and brothers, and he was a frequent visitor to the McKenzie farm. Leslie had always been a tomboy, and she went wherever the boys went, whether they were hunting, fishing, trapping, or just having fun.

  Leslie’s father, Brian McKenzie, had taken a special liking to Gabe. When Gabe’s parents passed away just months after they’d moved to Oregon, Brian had taken Gabe under his wing, teaching Gabe a lot about farming and supporting him through his grief. Because Gabe was around the McKenzie family so much, he treated Leslie almost like a younger sister, teasing and playing with her but never really noticing her as a female.

  Leslie couldn’t really blame him. She had always worn boy’s britches rather than dresses. She was far more interested in comfort than she was in fashion. She would never be able to ride, climb trees, or traipse through the woods in dresses like she could in britches. Her ma had tried to coax her to wear feminine clothes, but Leslie refused. Seeing Lena in her ribbons, lace and fancy dress, Leslie felt envious for the first time in her life. She would never be able to match the other woman�
��s beauty.

  Gabe hadn’t been around as much lately, and Leslie really missed him. Over the past few months, their relationship had become strained. She noticed that Gabe didn’t seek out her company, and when they were together, things were awkward and stilted between them. She felt like they had grown apart. Hearing Lena bragging that Gabe was courting her had come as a shock. It had filled Leslie with a feeling of dread, and she couldn’t think of anything other than finding a way to win his love before it was too late.

  When Leslie arrived home, she took her horse into the barn and began unsaddling him. She was just finished settling her horse in his stall when she heard voices from outside the barn. She pressed against the outside wall of the barn and peeked around the corner. Her pa was talking with Gabe.

  The two men looked similar enough to be mistaken for father and son. They both had black hair, but Gabe’s was wavy, and Brian’s had just a sprinkling of silver at the temples. Her pa had sparkling green eyes, whereas Gabe’s eyes were the deepest blue. But they were both of a similar build, similar height, and they both had charming dimples that appeared whenever they smiled or laughed. Leslie thought they were the two most handsome men in the world, and she loved them both dearly. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she strained to hear their conversation.

  “Are you sure you’re ready to get married?” her pa asked. “It’s an awfully big step.”