me to your pants?” Try as she might she couldn’t help spewing angry words at him.
His jaw worked as he tried to remain in control. Finally he seemed to swallow his gruff retort and he licked his lips before his calm voice startled her. “About being sorry. I guess I am just not really comfortable around other people.”
One eyebrow raised and she feigned surprise, “Oh really?”
He felt the twitch of frustration flicker inside him again, but he pushed it down and just looked incredulously at her. She gave him a faint smile and then watched as she studied her hands which were intertwined in the mane of her horse.
Again he was struck with her beauty. She was so young and he wondered if she had experienced any hardship at all. Her skin was milky and soft with the exception of her red nose; she must have not spent much time in the sun at all. He chuckled to himself; she almost looked helpless there on the back of the pony, but a memory of her hands slapping his bare chest reminded him otherwise. It was going to take more than those sweet smiles of hers to distract him; he wasn’t going to let her lull him into complacency.
His lack of response seemed to cool her own hot head and she felt sorry for her wickedness. He had been perfectly nice to her this morning; she should at least try to be civil with him. He had made himself abundantly clear to her the night before in the tent he had no problem holding her against her will in a very uncomfortable manner. She wasn’t about to be subject to being tied up again, and if he was true to his word she would be free in just a couple of days. Again she felt guilty about her behavior.
“Well , I’m sorry, too. I guess I’m just worried about…”she said looking back at him, glad she had stopped talking. If he understood why she was so upset he might forgive her for being so rude. But it was far too embarrassing to say she had sold herself as a bride. No one would really understand that unless they were faced with it.
“ Miss Casey, I have no intention of hurting you, this doesn’t really have anything to do with you at all.”
“I know that Mr. Sevier is very rich, why don’t you just ask him for help?”
He scoffed his eyes full of amusement. “Mr. Sevier doesn’t give anyone anything.”
“But he gave…” No , it wasn’t her place to tell him.
Logan glared at her, “ He gave what?”
“Well, he was willing to give me a home.”
Yes, he was, but for what price, Logan thought. He didn’t want to talk about this anymore. It was ridiculous for her to defend the man, Logan knew all about how he oiled his way into people’s lives then took what really meant anything to them. He set his jaw and looked ahead. The rounded tops of the hills signaled they were nearly to a resting place.
Annabelle saw the change is his face and decided not to push the subject, if she did it may slip out that she didn’t know Mr. Sevier at all, and how stupid would she sound then? Absentmindedly, she touched the tender spot on her forehead. It still hurt but the cut wasn’t bleeding anymore. She would be nicely healed before she was returned. The anticipation she had felt about that the day before fluttered in her stomach and she drew a deep breath to calm it. One thought led to another and her anxiety for her family welled up in her breast. She had to remind herself it was only temporary and in a few days she would be right back on course.
Logan noted the way her nose wrinkled up and saw the worried look in her eyes. He also noticed how softly she touched her head and remembered it as where he had seen a wound. He berated himself for not asking about it sooner.
“Is your head doing better?”
She smiled shyly at him and put her hand down, not wanting to draw attention.
“Yes, just a little bump, I’m fine.”
He prodded her eyes for more information but there was none. She had been so quiet about it, not like the spoiled woman he had imagined
His jaw worked as he tried to remain in control. Finally he seemed to swallow his gruff retort and he licked his lips before his calm voice startled her. “About being sorry. I guess I am just not really comfortable around other people.”
One eyebrow raised and she feigned surprise, “Oh really?”
He felt the twitch of frustration flicker inside him again, but he pushed it down and just looked incredulously at her. She gave him a faint smile and then watched as she studied her hands which were intertwined in the mane of her horse.
Again he was struck with her beauty. She was so young and he wondered if she had experienced any hardship at all. Her skin was milky and soft with the exception of her red nose; she must have not spent much time in the sun at all. He chuckled to himself; she almost looked helpless there on the back of the pony, but a memory of her hands slapping his bare chest reminded him otherwise. It was going to take more than those sweet smiles of hers to distract him; he wasn’t going to let her lull him into complacency.
His lack of response seemed to cool her own hot head and she felt sorry for her wickedness. He had been perfectly nice to her this morning; she should at least try to be civil with him. He had made himself abundantly clear to her the night before in the tent he had no problem holding her against her will in a very uncomfortable manner. She wasn’t about to be subject to being tied up again, and if he was true to his word she would be free in just a couple of days. Again she felt guilty about her behavior.
“Well , I’m sorry, too. I guess I’m just worried about…”she said looking back at him, glad she had stopped talking. If he understood why she was so upset he might forgive her for being so rude. But it was far too embarrassing to say she had sold herself as a bride. No one would really understand that unless they were faced with it.
“ Miss Casey, I have no intention of hurting you, this doesn’t really have anything to do with you at all.”
“I know that Mr. Sevier is very rich, why don’t you just ask him for help?”
He scoffed his eyes full of amusement. “Mr. Sevier doesn’t give anyone anything.”
“But he gave…” No , it wasn’t her place to tell him.
Logan glared at her, “ He gave what?”
“Well, he was willing to give me a home.”
Yes, he was, but for what price, Logan thought. He didn’t want to talk about this anymore. It was ridiculous for her to defend the man, Logan knew all about how he oiled his way into people’s lives then took what really meant anything to them. He set his jaw and looked ahead. The rounded tops of the hills signaled they were nearly to a resting place.
Annabelle saw the change is his face and decided not to push the subject, if she did it may slip out that she didn’t know Mr. Sevier at all, and how stupid would she sound then? Absentmindedly, she touched the tender spot on her forehead. It still hurt but the cut wasn’t bleeding anymore. She would be nicely healed before she was returned. The anticipation she had felt about that the day before fluttered in her stomach and she drew a deep breath to calm it. One thought led to another and her anxiety for her family welled up in her breast. She had to remind herself it was only temporary and in a few days she would be right back on course.
Logan noted the way her nose wrinkled up and saw the worried look in her eyes. He also noticed how softly she touched her head and remembered it as where he had seen a wound. He berated himself for not asking about it sooner.
“Is your head doing better?”
She smiled shyly at him and put her hand down, not wanting to draw attention.
“Yes, just a little bump, I’m fine.”
He prodded her eyes for more information but there was none. She had been so quiet about it, not like the spoiled woman he had imagined
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