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now? Emily glanced over her shoulder and ducked her head to check underneath the wooden table, just in case she’d missed 49
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seeing their pets. Nothing lurked beneath. Thank goodness. They’d looked huge. Suddenly she wanted Saber to hurry back. She didn’t particularly like cats. Emily was more of a dog person or she would have been if Michael had let her have a pet. Saber reappeared as silently as he’d left. “Socks and a jacket. I found a pair of boots for you. They might be a bit big but they’ll do for now. We can buy you a few things in town if necessary.”
“Thanks.” The gleam in his eyes made her very aware of her body, her sexual needs. Exactly the things that had landed her squarely in the middle of this mess in the first place. “I’m going to get a dog,” Emily said, in a bad attempt to change the focus of her thoughts. Concentrating on the row of potted herbs that sat on the sunny windowsill didn’t help her much either.
Saber’s dark brows rose. “Really. What brought on this momentous decision?”
“Michael didn’t like dogs. He said he was allergic to them. How many dogs do you have here on the farm?”
“We don’t have dogs. Would you like toast?” Saber opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bag of sliced bread. He removed two pieces and popped them into the toaster.
“What happened to the cats that were inside before? They looked big.”
Saber paused before continuing across the kitchen. He tugged open a cupboard and picked up two plates before turning back to her. “The cats are native to the area. The two you saw were raised by hand. They’re safe enough, but you shouldn’t approach them if I’m not with you.” Saber dropped onto the chair opposite her. “Promise me.”
His eyes were strangely intent as if her safety was really important to him. “They’re wary of strangers. No telling how they’ll react.”
“I promise,” Emily said, giving him a watery smile. “I’m not a big cat person.” She caught Saber’s scowl before the toaster popped up the toast and wondered at it. “Are these the cats that the reporter wants to write a story about?”
“Yes.”
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Another thought occurred. “Is that why you want to keep me here? To make sure I don’t talk?”
“No.” Saber slapped the toast on a plate hard enough that one slice bounced off and hit the floor. He turned a glare on her. “I wanted to spend time with you. No other reason.”
That’s what he says now. Michael had said the same thing at the beginning, before he’d become so domineering and indifferent to her feelings. Emily swallowed audibly. Trust was such a difficult thing. Fragile. And even more difficult for her after Michael had trampled over everything they’d had together. She’d lived a lie and hadn’t even known! It was going to be difficult, maybe impossible, to trust another man. She’d always wonder. Worry…
Saber took one look at the pain in her eyes and knew he had to react quickly.
“Maybe toast wasn’t such a good idea. Let’s go.” He seized her hand and dragged her from the room, refusing to let go despite her furtive tugging. Saber led her out the back way and handed her a pair of boots. “I know they’ll be too big. We’ll stuff the toes with newspaper.” He didn’t give Jo the opportunity to speak, hustling her to his vehicle and helping her into the passenger seat as soon as the boots were on her feet. His brothers were going to get an earful the next time he saw them. He climbed in behind the wheel. Jo didn’t like cats. He slid a cautious glance across at her. What woman didn’t like cute kitty cats?
An uneasy silence filled the vehicle as he drove down the dusty gravel track. Great. The woman was his mate—he sensed it with every fiber of his body—yet they were like strangers. She didn’t like cats for crying out loud. That should make for a strong relationship. He couldn’t seem to get past the fact. They were
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seeing their pets. Nothing lurked beneath. Thank goodness. They’d looked huge. Suddenly she wanted Saber to hurry back. She didn’t particularly like cats. Emily was more of a dog person or she would have been if Michael had let her have a pet. Saber reappeared as silently as he’d left. “Socks and a jacket. I found a pair of boots for you. They might be a bit big but they’ll do for now. We can buy you a few things in town if necessary.”
“Thanks.” The gleam in his eyes made her very aware of her body, her sexual needs. Exactly the things that had landed her squarely in the middle of this mess in the first place. “I’m going to get a dog,” Emily said, in a bad attempt to change the focus of her thoughts. Concentrating on the row of potted herbs that sat on the sunny windowsill didn’t help her much either.
Saber’s dark brows rose. “Really. What brought on this momentous decision?”
“Michael didn’t like dogs. He said he was allergic to them. How many dogs do you have here on the farm?”
“We don’t have dogs. Would you like toast?” Saber opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bag of sliced bread. He removed two pieces and popped them into the toaster.
“What happened to the cats that were inside before? They looked big.”
Saber paused before continuing across the kitchen. He tugged open a cupboard and picked up two plates before turning back to her. “The cats are native to the area. The two you saw were raised by hand. They’re safe enough, but you shouldn’t approach them if I’m not with you.” Saber dropped onto the chair opposite her. “Promise me.”
His eyes were strangely intent as if her safety was really important to him. “They’re wary of strangers. No telling how they’ll react.”
“I promise,” Emily said, giving him a watery smile. “I’m not a big cat person.” She caught Saber’s scowl before the toaster popped up the toast and wondered at it. “Are these the cats that the reporter wants to write a story about?”
“Yes.”
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Another thought occurred. “Is that why you want to keep me here? To make sure I don’t talk?”
“No.” Saber slapped the toast on a plate hard enough that one slice bounced off and hit the floor. He turned a glare on her. “I wanted to spend time with you. No other reason.”
That’s what he says now. Michael had said the same thing at the beginning, before he’d become so domineering and indifferent to her feelings. Emily swallowed audibly. Trust was such a difficult thing. Fragile. And even more difficult for her after Michael had trampled over everything they’d had together. She’d lived a lie and hadn’t even known! It was going to be difficult, maybe impossible, to trust another man. She’d always wonder. Worry…
Saber took one look at the pain in her eyes and knew he had to react quickly.
“Maybe toast wasn’t such a good idea. Let’s go.” He seized her hand and dragged her from the room, refusing to let go despite her furtive tugging. Saber led her out the back way and handed her a pair of boots. “I know they’ll be too big. We’ll stuff the toes with newspaper.” He didn’t give Jo the opportunity to speak, hustling her to his vehicle and helping her into the passenger seat as soon as the boots were on her feet. His brothers were going to get an earful the next time he saw them. He climbed in behind the wheel. Jo didn’t like cats. He slid a cautious glance across at her. What woman didn’t like cute kitty cats?
An uneasy silence filled the vehicle as he drove down the dusty gravel track. Great. The woman was his mate—he sensed it with every fiber of his body—yet they were like strangers. She didn’t like cats for crying out loud. That should make for a strong relationship. He couldn’t seem to get past the fact. They were
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