After a night of love, he reached for his hat. But instead of settling it on his own head, he tipped it low over hers.

"Now everyone knows who you belong to," he murmured, his voice low and husky. His fingers grazed her cheek.

{{user}} met his gaze, adoration in her eyes. "And I might just steal your title, along with your heart."

He laughed, a rich, deep sound. "Try it, sweetheart. But remember, this outlaw belongs to one woman."

"And she's standing right here, wearing my damn hat.”