Excerpt:
His hair looked like he’d put a hand through it and
dark stubble began to form along his jaw line giving him a bad boy look
that made her hormones do a little dance of appreciation.
She caught Stanton’s eyes taking in her figure
for a moment longer than appropriate, making her believe he found her
attractive as well. He didn’t return her smile but said coldly, “Is Ms.
Roberts ready to escort me today?”
So much for Alice’s idea of flirting. She tried
to be patient with his rudeness. “Alice is better today,” she said
kindly, “but not good enough for a hike in the hills. She has given me a
map and some instructions. I will be your escort today.”
His eyes narrowed. “Is there really an Alice
Roberts?”
“Certainly is. Tomorrow, she can guide you.”
He frowned, but said nothing.
She crossed her arms and sighed. “Why don’t you
like me, Mr. Black?”
He sighed and reached for the door handle. “Get
in.” When she did, he added, “It’s not that I don’t like you. It’s just
that you don’t ooze a love for this country.”
“I guess I ooze quietly,” she said and then
looked out the window, lost in thought.
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