His Girl From Nowhere by Tina Beckett

Author:Tina Beckett
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-12-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

MIKE DISLIKED TWO things in life: lies...and horses.

He leaned back in his chair and tossed his pencil onto the desk.

He could swear that brute horse of hers had glared at him yesterday as he’d exited the barn post haste. But the glassy-eyed look Trisha had given him as he’d asked her if she was okay had spooked him. Or had it been the sex?

Yeah, that’s what it was. The two women he’d been with in the weeks after his wife’s death had seemed happy with quick animalistic mating sessions. Sessions that had left him unmoved. A tiny part of him wondered if the sex had been his way of getting revenge on his wife for what she’d done behind his back. Cheating on her memory, the way she’d cheated on him. That fact had upped the guilt he’d felt afterwards, because she was no longer there to debate the issue, or tell her side of the story.

His time with Trisha hadn’t been about revenge. Not at all. In fact, it had been...

Something else. Something he didn’t want to examine. And most certainly something he didn’t want to repeat.

She’d pulled back from him quickly, grabbing her clothes and yanking them on. Her shirt had been inside out when she’d finished, but he hadn’t been about to tell her that, and Trisha hadn’t seemed to notice. She’d given him a quick smile and asked if he’d be there for Clara’s session on Thursday. When he’d stepped forward with an outstretched hand to touch her, she’d taken a quick step back and waved him away. “I’ve got to get back to work.”

As if what they’d done hadn’t left her legs shaking like it had his.

Vertical spaces should be outlawed.

Because never had he lifted a woman onto his hips and slammed her against a wall, thinking about nothing but getting as close as he could—until about halfway through, when a flash of something rational had made him wonder if he was peeling the skin off her back with each thrust.

She had assured him he wasn’t.

He dragged a hand through his hair before tipping his head back and staring at the ceiling. In all his thirty-four years he couldn’t remember feeling this bone-rattling need for a woman.

Not even Marcy.

That first kiss in the arena had built this whole thing up in his mind until it had become a train wreck, just waiting for the opportunity to careen into the nearest...wall.

He laughed. He had to stop thinking about that barn wall. And slamming into it again and again.

He blew out a rough breath and turned his attention back to his desk, seeing the framed photo he kept there as a reminder. Marcy and her horse. Another train wreck waiting to happen. Why couldn’t the local hippotherapist’s name be Raul, or Beefy Bones Bart.

Why the hell had it been Trisha who’d landed on his doorstep, with her smile and her saucy comments?

Maybe this time would be different.

Different how? He’d known Marcy his whole life, yet in the end he’d found he hadn’t known her at all.

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