How is he struggling? I didn’t dare hope for an answer. Could it truly be that easy?
I just hope I have the strength to do it over and over again.Taking a deep breath, I drifted further into the gloom. I liked my hiding spot. I never wanted to leave.
You can hide from him, but you can’t hide from your feelings.Shut up, I scolded myself. Don’t think about him. Not anymore.If it’s me you’re thinking about—I command you to ignore your advice.
My heart flew into my mouth. I spun around.Jethro stood behind me. Scuffs stained his tan jodhpurs and mud splattered his polished high boots. He’d rolled up the cuffs of his billowy sleeve shirt and removed the velvet waistcoat revealing the shadows of his stomach beneath the translucent fabric. His five o’clock shadow was rough and ragged while the bones of his face spoke of stark desire and even starker emotion.
My entire body stiffened. My lungs refused to operate, suffocating me inch by inch.
His eyes met mine and everything we’d been avoiding crackled with uncontrolled potency. The unseen force was tangible, powerful—almost visible with ribbons of lust that pebbled my nipples and sent a clench of furious desire through my core.Your smart mouth is going to get you in trouble one of these days, Charlotte Michaels. Hey, do you realize you’ve got the same surname as your douche ex’s first name?
Of course I realized. I laugh.If you’d married him, you could’ve made him change his surname to yours, so he’d have been called Michael Michaels.
You’re a fucking comedian, West. And why exactly are you talking about me marrying another man? My ex, to be precise.I have no clue. He frowns. The thought actually makes me want to punch a hole in that tree over there.