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Good God! He wasn’t made of stone. “Baby, I’m tryin’ to make a point here.”
“That you’re a gentleman. I know.”
“That I want you, but that I’m willing to wait.”
“What if I’m not?”
He pressed his lips to her forehead. “Good. The sooner the better in my book. But not today. I’ve gotta run. I’ll call you later, okay?”
Her smile turned into a little pout. Man, even frowning she was beautiful. “Okay,” she said.
“Thanks for breakfast.”
“You’re very welcome. Anytime.”
“I’m counting on it.” He gave her big wet kiss.
The weakening in his knees surprised him. This woman had a huge effect on him. And he liked it. He liked it very much.
He grabbed his Stetson, winked, and left.
* * *
Amber was arranging groceries in her tiny fridge after a quick trip to the store when a knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.
Harper! Her heart did a flip-flop. He’d come back. She couldn’t wait to see him. They’d make love now. She wouldn’t make him wait any longer. She opened the door with a huge smile on her face.
That turned into shock. And a little bit of horror.
Blake Buchanan. Blake Buchanan holding a laptop.
“Hello, Amber.”
“Mr. Buchanan. What can I do for you?”
“Now that’s a right good question. May I come in?”
“What for?”
“I have something I want to show you, and after that, I think you’ll agree we have tons to talk about.”
She gripped the doorknob with her sweaty palm. “If you want to talk, call me on the phone.”
“Then I wouldn’t be able to show you what I want to show you.”
“I’m sure I could not care less.”
“I think you’re wrong about that…Ms. Love.”
Amber’s stomach churned. Ms. Love. Ambrosia Love. He did remember her.
Play dumb. He can’t have anything. You didn’t do anything wrong.
She cocked her head. “Excuse me?”
His brown eyes shot darts. Had she really thought them gentle when she first met him?