Yeah, life would be good again.
Chapter Six
There she stood again, those pink-as-a-rose hands on those round hips, looking as indignant as ever. Her emerald eyes glared at him.
“You have some explaining to do, Mr. Grayhawk.”
“I do?”
“You certainly do.”
“And just what would that be about?”
“We were”—Angie cleared her throat—“intimate the other day.”
Why was she so damn gorgeous? She wore her hair down today, and those silky waves tumbled over her bare shoulders clad in nothing but a pink tank top. He wanted to bury his nose in those tresses and inhale.
Rafe nodded. “I remember. I was there.”
“We haven’t talked about it.”
“So?” What was it with women and talking?
He sighed. He did owe her an explanation. He had overstepped his boundaries with her twice, and it wasn’t going to happen again.
“So? That’s all you have to say?”
His turn to clear his throat. “No. I do need to say something.” He paused. “I’m sorry.”
Her lips curled into a snarl. “Sorry?”
Clearly not what she thought she’d hear.
“Yes, I’m very sorry, Angelina. I won’t deny that I’m attracted to you, but I’m a professional, and I violated my work ethic. If you want to find another riding instructor, I understand.”
“Find another instructor? Are you serious?” She paced back and forth. “Chad handpicked you for my father. He’s insisting I learn to ride, and so far all I’ve learned is how to clench my butt in a chair.”
And what a finely-shaped butt it was. He itched to caress the contours of that perfect feature.
“You’ve learned how to sit on a horse. You’ll see the value of that tomorrow when we have our lesson.”
“What if—” She stopped abruptly.
“What if what?”
“Oh never mind!” She stormed off.
He shook his head. Now what? She didn’t actually want to continue their liaison, did she? They were dynamite together, no doubt, but she’d made it crystal clear that she considered him beneath her socially. Wait until she found out he’d grown up in a trailer park and his father still lived there.
How beautiful she’d been when she came for him. Whispered his name as he held her afterward. He stiffened. How she affected him physically. Even emotionally on some level. He sighed. If only things were different, maybe they’d have a chance.
But he could never marry, and a girl like Angie deserved marriage and a family. Even a spoiled brat deserved more than he could offer.
He checked his watch. Almost quitting time. Thank God. He needed a drink.
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“Catie!” Angie waltzed right into her sister’s house. “Where are you?”