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Authors: Shoshanna Evers
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warning look, as if she’d be sent to the principal’s office if she kept it up.
And once again, his hand was on her back, the heat of it burning through the thin material of her blouse as he led her back out of the kitchen. She stumbled a bit on her heels. So dumb to wear heels to a ranch. What had she been thinking? This man obviously didn’t care one bit about how she was dressed.
He walked her across the living room to the painted white door, and opened it. “You can stay in this room while you’re here,” he said.
Allie stepped inside the bedroom, looking around in surprise. The queen-sized bed was fitted with a rose floral comforter, and an iron bed frame. The dresser with the large mirror over it and the little accents around the room all spoke of a woman’s touch. But there was nothing that spoke of Bill in this room.
“Where are you going to sleep?” Allie asked, suddenly unsure of herself.
It seemed like this room must’ve been Melody’s. If it had been Melody’s, didn’t that mean it had been Bill’s, as well? Was he giving up his bedroom for her?
Bill took off his hat and set it on top of the dresser by the door. “I’m not gonna bother you,” he said, cocking his head. “You’ve made yourself clear enough. I’ll be all the way at the end of the hall, in my room. They may call me Big Bad Bill, but I’ll keep my hands to myself if it kills me.”
If it kills me? Interesting…
“I didn’t mean to offend you,” she said. “That wasn’t at all why I was asking where you would sleep. I didn’t think you were going to…barge in and ravish me or something.” She forced a laugh and looked away, first at the bed, then the window.
Look at anything but the bed .
A strand of dark brown hair had fallen across Bill’s forehead. “Then why would you care where I’m sleepin’…unless it’s to make sure it won’t be in your bed?”
A flush heated Allie’s cheeks, and she focused on not looking at either him or the bed — hard to do in a tiny room filled only with him, and a bed.
Now she was certain she was blushing. How ridiculous. It took a lot to make her blush — so how could this cowboy affect her like that?
“This looks like your wife’s bedroom,” she said finally. “And if it was Melody’s bedroom, then I assumed it would be your bedroom, too. Since she was your wife and all.”
“That’s none of your business,” he growled. “If you think you’re gonna stay at my house, don’t you dare talk about her.”
Oh hell no — he did not just say that .
He left her alone in the bedroom, her mouth hanging open like fish. Allie stormed after him and — though she had no idea what possessed her to do such a thing — grabbed his shoulder in an attempt to turn him around to face her.
Bill’s body was immovable, a tree trunk against her palm. She wouldn’t have been able to turn him if she had tried. But she got what she wanted anyway when Bill snapped his head back toward her and faced her full on.
“Is this what you want?” he growled, stepping in closer to her. “You’re tellin’ me you ain’t done with me yet?”
“Don’t pull that ‘my house, my rules’ bullshit,” she said. “You’re the one who sold me an uninhabitable apartment. It’s your fault I’m here in the first place.”
“And you’re the one that showed up two weeks early.”
“Forget it,” she said.
He was right about that. And, she’d chosen to completely ignore everything he’d told her about needing to fix the apartment up first, because she’d thought it would be fine to rough it. Still, Bill needed to learn to talk to her nicely if they were going to be working together.
He couldn’t just be mean one moment, and then kiss her the next. There had to be an in between. A cordial business partner type of relationship.
“I’m too exhausted to fight,” Allie said. It wasn’t an apology or admission of being wrong, but it was her way of putting up a white flag, at
And once again, his hand was on her back, the heat of it burning through the thin material of her blouse as he led her back out of the kitchen. She stumbled a bit on her heels. So dumb to wear heels to a ranch. What had she been thinking? This man obviously didn’t care one bit about how she was dressed.
He walked her across the living room to the painted white door, and opened it. “You can stay in this room while you’re here,” he said.
Allie stepped inside the bedroom, looking around in surprise. The queen-sized bed was fitted with a rose floral comforter, and an iron bed frame. The dresser with the large mirror over it and the little accents around the room all spoke of a woman’s touch. But there was nothing that spoke of Bill in this room.
“Where are you going to sleep?” Allie asked, suddenly unsure of herself.
It seemed like this room must’ve been Melody’s. If it had been Melody’s, didn’t that mean it had been Bill’s, as well? Was he giving up his bedroom for her?
Bill took off his hat and set it on top of the dresser by the door. “I’m not gonna bother you,” he said, cocking his head. “You’ve made yourself clear enough. I’ll be all the way at the end of the hall, in my room. They may call me Big Bad Bill, but I’ll keep my hands to myself if it kills me.”
If it kills me? Interesting…
“I didn’t mean to offend you,” she said. “That wasn’t at all why I was asking where you would sleep. I didn’t think you were going to…barge in and ravish me or something.” She forced a laugh and looked away, first at the bed, then the window.
Look at anything but the bed .
A strand of dark brown hair had fallen across Bill’s forehead. “Then why would you care where I’m sleepin’…unless it’s to make sure it won’t be in your bed?”
A flush heated Allie’s cheeks, and she focused on not looking at either him or the bed — hard to do in a tiny room filled only with him, and a bed.
Now she was certain she was blushing. How ridiculous. It took a lot to make her blush — so how could this cowboy affect her like that?
“This looks like your wife’s bedroom,” she said finally. “And if it was Melody’s bedroom, then I assumed it would be your bedroom, too. Since she was your wife and all.”
“That’s none of your business,” he growled. “If you think you’re gonna stay at my house, don’t you dare talk about her.”
Oh hell no — he did not just say that .
He left her alone in the bedroom, her mouth hanging open like fish. Allie stormed after him and — though she had no idea what possessed her to do such a thing — grabbed his shoulder in an attempt to turn him around to face her.
Bill’s body was immovable, a tree trunk against her palm. She wouldn’t have been able to turn him if she had tried. But she got what she wanted anyway when Bill snapped his head back toward her and faced her full on.
“Is this what you want?” he growled, stepping in closer to her. “You’re tellin’ me you ain’t done with me yet?”
“Don’t pull that ‘my house, my rules’ bullshit,” she said. “You’re the one who sold me an uninhabitable apartment. It’s your fault I’m here in the first place.”
“And you’re the one that showed up two weeks early.”
“Forget it,” she said.
He was right about that. And, she’d chosen to completely ignore everything he’d told her about needing to fix the apartment up first, because she’d thought it would be fine to rough it. Still, Bill needed to learn to talk to her nicely if they were going to be working together.
He couldn’t just be mean one moment, and then kiss her the next. There had to be an in between. A cordial business partner type of relationship.
“I’m too exhausted to fight,” Allie said. It wasn’t an apology or admission of being wrong, but it was her way of putting up a white flag, at
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