The Blessed Bride by Lynn Winchester & Brides of Blessings

Author:Lynn Winchester & Brides of Blessings [Winchester, Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-01-02T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Pete walked beside her, his heavy footfalls like the heartbeat of the forest. The silence between them was thicker than the trunks of the trees they passed on the way back to her little shop. After her attempt to show Pete what a truly formidable foe she was, she’d practically fallen all over herself, just to get more than a few terse words from him. Then—horror of horrors—she’d actually uttered the word “friends”. What had she been thinking?

She hadn’t been thinking, that was the problem. She’d stormed her way to the mine security office, determined to get Pete to admit he was in the wrong, and to rid herself of her wayward thoughts about the man. Instead, she’d found him standing there, outside the building, arms crossed, long legs bracing him against the door jamb, black eyes peering at her, and his ruggedly handsome face set in a firm expression. Laird have mercy, he was just too intensely gorgeous. From the top of his black hat, to the tip of his black boots, the man was well built—broad, trim, and ropey in all the right places. She’d nearly stumbled over her own feet when she noticed he’d rolled up his sleeves, leaving his forearms bare, and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone, giving her a tantalizing glimpse of his collarbone and a peek at what she could safely assume was an expanse of masculine chest.

Forcing her eyes to focus on the trail in front of her, she fought the urge to peer at the man beside her. But…what would one glance hurt? Sucking in a breath, she held it as she surreptitiously turned her head to look at him from the corner of her eye.

She did stumble then; he was looking at her, his black eyes even blacker than before. His long lashes adding a sinister beauty to his face. Unable to look away, her gaze dropped to his lips, which were usually set in a grim line—which they were now. But as close as she was, she could see that they were firm lips, yet they seemed capable of softening for the right person.

What would a kiss from those lips feel like?

She squeaked when something brushed against the back of her neck. She spun, swiping at whatever it was. Once she realized it had only been a pine needle, falling down the back of her dress, she stopped fussing. Her breaths coming in pants, she swallowed to wet her throat, and lifted her face to meet Pete’s gaze; his eyes were filled with something she’d never thought to see: humor.

The lout had stopped dead in his tracks and was laughing at her! The least he could do was let the humor trickle into a smile, because then she’d be granted a glimpse at one of the rarest things on earth.

Straightening her shoulders, she balled her hands into fists. “Funny, was it?” she asked, her tone as sharp as a razor. She narrowed her eyes at him, daring him to deny it.

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