The Radcliffes by T. J. Kline

Author:T. J. Kline
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 2017-10-30T00:00:00+00:00

“Fallon, don’t rush off.”

Travis had seen the hurt on her face when she turned away from him. He needed to get a grip on this attraction to her. She was his boss, off-limits, and far more woman than he’d ever deserve.

“No, I forgot that I have to…” her words trailed off as she exited the barn.

To get the hell away from you, he finished in his head.

Travis turned his attention back to Dreamer. He hadn’t meant to embarrass Fallon, and knew he should have never agreed to dinner. And he shouldn’t have asked her to go on a ride with him today. It was one thing to torture himself wanting someone he could never have, but it wasn’t fair to lead her on.

He was a nobody. Hell, he wished he was a nobody. That would be a step up. Growing up, he was the kid people felt sorry for. The one with the ratty clothes and no food in his cabinets. The one who slept in the track barn with the horses because it was warmer than his dad’s one-room apartment since the power had gotten shut off after he gambled away the money for the electric bill.

Dreamer nickered softly, as if he could read Travis’s dark thoughts. Travis ran a hand over the colt’s face. Dreamer’s success was the key to changing the way people saw him, but that required him to keep his distance with Fallon Radcliffe. A fling with her wouldn’t be media fodder—it would be career suicide. People would assume he’d only gotten the position by seducing her. And he needed to prove himself to everyone.

He clipped the lead rope on Dreamer and turned him back into his stall before heading back to the office. He was going to cancel his dinner plans with Fallon. Then he would go find himself a hotel room in town.

Travis scrubbed his face with a hand, exhaling the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. It wasn’t a perfect idea, since he’d have to be up at the ass-crack of dawn to feed, but it was better than fighting his attraction twenty-four/seven. He swiped the keys from atop the desk and stepped out of the barn in time to see her car head through the gate.

Damn it!

Travis juggled the keys in his hand, needing something to distract him from the fact that it was too late to bail now. He might be an asshole, but he would never stand up Fallon Radcliffe.

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