"Fair shake it is," Roland said with just a huff of a laugh. He shrugged off his overcoat, leaving him in a brocade vest, chambray shirt, and fitted trousers. His guns hung heavy on his hips, the belt fully loaded with extra ammunition hanging low on his trim hips.

He crossed to her then and took up where he'd left off, Bending his neck to meet her mouth in a ferocious kiss. Any other woman he might have been more gentle, but Diane had proven she could weather the storm of passion.