hadn't had nearly enough of her before he had "died." He hadn't touched her in the
ways he'd wanted to, even then. The darkness that filled him had always been waiting for an
outlet, he realized. And now it was focused on one, tiny, too independent little woman. A
woman who deserved far better than she was about to get.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was closing on seven that evening, the brilliance of the sun was fading and easing over the
mountains as the mechanics left, staring back at Noah, as though afraid to leave her there with
him.
At least the sheriff hadn't shown up, which meant Mike wasn't pressing charges. Yet. His truck
had been delivered to the bank while he was still there, and if luck was on her side, she
wouldn't have to deal with him again for a while.
Noah Blake, on the other hand, she was more than ready to deal with. The blood had pumped
furiously through her veins all day, leaving her nerves heightened, a feeling almost like
excitement digging sharp claws into her chest.
He had worked hard, steadily, and kept the other men working faster. But she didn't need him
there. She didn't want him there. She didn't need him interfering with the structured, ordered
existence she had created for herself. And she didn't want the excitement or the feeling of
tension she could feel tightening inside her.
The men working for her would accept taking orders from her eventually or she would do as
she had done the past three years. Fire their asses and hire others. She'd fired plenty of them
since taking over, another here and there didn't make a difference to her.
Toby delayed as long as he could until Sabella had to push him out the door before turning to
face Noah. She jerked the money bag from the desk and shoved it in her purse before slinging
the leather bag over her shoulder and glaring back at him.
This was it. He could get the hell right back out of her life now and she could stop feeling so
alive .
"When you see Rory, tell him I want to talk to him. Immediately," she snapped. "And if he isn't back to work tomorrow, then as far as I'm concerned he doesn't have a job any more than you
have one. I won't have a maniac working in my garage and attacking my customers." She held
a hand up as he started to speak. "Whether they deserve it or not."
He stared back at her, his eyes raging, wild, twisting with color in an expression that could
have been carved from stone.
His gaze flicked over her body and she flushed. She could feel her own hardened nipples
beneath her shirt and bra. She could feel the flesh between her thighs tingling and she hated it.
She hated feeling that and she hated him for making her feel it.
Her gaze flickered to the parking lot as a vehicle pulled up and she almost grimaced. She'd
forgotten about Duncan. Nice, safe, easygoing Duncan Sykes with his dark blond hair, brown
eyes, and steady smile. He wasn't dangerous. He didn't have the power to destroy her sanity or
her self-control.
"I'll be here in the morning." His lips thinned at the sound of a car door closing. "With Rory."
Sabella smiled at the thought of getting her hands on Rory. Oh, her brother-in-law was in some
serious trouble.
"You do that," she told him softly as Duncan approached the door, a frown on his face. "And be ready to ride out the same way you rode in. Now, thanks to you, I'm late, and I'm not ready
for my date. You deserve to be fired for that alone."
She put a smile on her face as the door opened and Duncan stepped in. And of course, she
compared the two men. Not that there was much comparison. Noah was hands down harder,
tougher, sexier, more vibrant and imposing than Duncan would ever be.
"You're not ready." Duncan grinned, amusement dancing in his eyes despite the curious glance
he flicked to the other man. "Why did I have a feeling you'd forget our date if things got busy?"
"Because you know me." She grinned back, aware that her amusement was more faked than
she would have liked.
Her gaze
ways he'd wanted to, even then. The darkness that filled him had always been waiting for an
outlet, he realized. And now it was focused on one, tiny, too independent little woman. A
woman who deserved far better than she was about to get.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was closing on seven that evening, the brilliance of the sun was fading and easing over the
mountains as the mechanics left, staring back at Noah, as though afraid to leave her there with
him.
At least the sheriff hadn't shown up, which meant Mike wasn't pressing charges. Yet. His truck
had been delivered to the bank while he was still there, and if luck was on her side, she
wouldn't have to deal with him again for a while.
Noah Blake, on the other hand, she was more than ready to deal with. The blood had pumped
furiously through her veins all day, leaving her nerves heightened, a feeling almost like
excitement digging sharp claws into her chest.
He had worked hard, steadily, and kept the other men working faster. But she didn't need him
there. She didn't want him there. She didn't need him interfering with the structured, ordered
existence she had created for herself. And she didn't want the excitement or the feeling of
tension she could feel tightening inside her.
The men working for her would accept taking orders from her eventually or she would do as
she had done the past three years. Fire their asses and hire others. She'd fired plenty of them
since taking over, another here and there didn't make a difference to her.
Toby delayed as long as he could until Sabella had to push him out the door before turning to
face Noah. She jerked the money bag from the desk and shoved it in her purse before slinging
the leather bag over her shoulder and glaring back at him.
This was it. He could get the hell right back out of her life now and she could stop feeling so
alive .
"When you see Rory, tell him I want to talk to him. Immediately," she snapped. "And if he isn't back to work tomorrow, then as far as I'm concerned he doesn't have a job any more than you
have one. I won't have a maniac working in my garage and attacking my customers." She held
a hand up as he started to speak. "Whether they deserve it or not."
He stared back at her, his eyes raging, wild, twisting with color in an expression that could
have been carved from stone.
His gaze flicked over her body and she flushed. She could feel her own hardened nipples
beneath her shirt and bra. She could feel the flesh between her thighs tingling and she hated it.
She hated feeling that and she hated him for making her feel it.
Her gaze flickered to the parking lot as a vehicle pulled up and she almost grimaced. She'd
forgotten about Duncan. Nice, safe, easygoing Duncan Sykes with his dark blond hair, brown
eyes, and steady smile. He wasn't dangerous. He didn't have the power to destroy her sanity or
her self-control.
"I'll be here in the morning." His lips thinned at the sound of a car door closing. "With Rory."
Sabella smiled at the thought of getting her hands on Rory. Oh, her brother-in-law was in some
serious trouble.
"You do that," she told him softly as Duncan approached the door, a frown on his face. "And be ready to ride out the same way you rode in. Now, thanks to you, I'm late, and I'm not ready
for my date. You deserve to be fired for that alone."
She put a smile on her face as the door opened and Duncan stepped in. And of course, she
compared the two men. Not that there was much comparison. Noah was hands down harder,
tougher, sexier, more vibrant and imposing than Duncan would ever be.
"You're not ready." Duncan grinned, amusement dancing in his eyes despite the curious glance
he flicked to the other man. "Why did I have a feeling you'd forget our date if things got busy?"
"Because you know me." She grinned back, aware that her amusement was more faked than
she would have liked.
Her gaze
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