She’d been around strong men all her life. Her father and her brothers were all strong, commanding, decisive men.
Emmett had those traits as well, but it came in a less refined package. Sure, he dressed well, but there was a rough-hewn edge beneath that Armani shirt.
It bothered her. It bothered her because it didn’t make any sense.
It bothers you because you find it attractive.
Just like she’d found Blake attractive? Just like she’d found plenty of other men who were all wrong for her attractive?
She nibbled on the edge of her fish sandwich, sending a longing look to the fries nestled between Emmett’s legs.
“See something you like?” He crumpled the empty burger wrapper and tossed it into the fast-food bag at her feet.
She jerked her gaze to his face and was alarmed to find him smiling over at her.
“No. I don’t,” she argued a little too fervently.
His smile remained. Eyes on the road, he proffered the container of fries.
Rather than resist, she plucked out three perfectly golden, salty potatoes and reminded herself that the bossy, attractive man in the driver’s seat was as bad for her as this meal.