Bewitching the Reclusive Billionaire Cowboy by Paige Cameron Page A

cereal and milk. She’d thought to knock on his closed door and ask if he wanted breakfast, but she’d let him go hungry and see how he liked it.
    But after she washed the few dishes she wasn’t sure what to do. She’d put a roast in the fridge for tonight. It was too early to cook.
    The phone rang as she started into the living room. She waited to see if Graham would answer. He did.
    She went on out and roamed around the yard. She picked a few wildflowers to put in a jar for her room. This morning she’d deliberately put on her short shorts. Glancing at the window, she saw Graham staring out, the phone in his hand.
    Gina leaned over and took her time choosing several colorful flowers then slowly straightened and stretched.
    She smiled to herself. Her behavior was so bad. What she wouldn’t give to see his face right now.
    “What are you doing, picking weeds?” His husky voice sounded behind her.
    “These are wildflowers.”
    “They’re weeds,” he snapped. “The phone’s for you, my mom.”
    His eyes sparked with fire, and he turned on his heel to stomp back to the house.
    “Hello, Mrs. Brodie.”
    “I thought I’d call and see how you and Graham are doing. He sounded a little upset, which is good. But the other reason I called is one of the ladies you met at Millie’s said you wanted to learn to knit. Our group meets at one this afternoon. Would you like to attend?”
    “Sure. I don’t have any knitting supplies though.”
    “I’ll pick you up, and we’ll go for an early lunch to another place you might like. Then we’ll buy what you need to get started knitting.”
    “Wonderful. What time will you be by?”
    “How about in thirty minutes?”
    “See you then.” Gina ended the call and walked inside the dim living room.
    Graham rose from one of the chairs. “Those shorts are too short.” His face flushed pink.
    “Everyone wears short shorts in the city.”
    “This isn’t the city. While you’re staying with me you’ll wear proper clothes, shirts and jeans, not a tiny bra top and shorts.”
    “You’re the clothing police for the town, I suppose. Do the ladies use makeup? I mean, I thought I saw makeup on your mother and sister-in-law.”
    “I’m not kidding. This morning was a mistake. So don’t be flaunting your curvy body under my nose every chance you get.” He turned and disappeared into his room, slamming the door behind him. She giggled and hoped he heard. Her attire had exactly the effect she’d wished for. He hadn’t been able to ignore her. Graham might say their having sex was a mistake, but she didn’t believe him, and she wasn’t going to give up easily.
    By the time his mother arrived she’d changed into a new pair of jeans and the cowgirl shirt she’d bought. Then she added the boots. Graham came to the door and gave her the once-over.
    “Do I pass the test?”
    He started to say something, but his mother knocking on the door stopped him. “Come in, Mom.”
    “How lovely you look, Gina. That green color looks good on you. Are the boots comfortable?”
    “I think they will be when I get used to them.”
    “Graham, you look stressed.” His mother put her hand on his face. “Do you have a fever?”
    “I’ll be fine once I have some peace and quiet. Thanks for taking Gina with you today. Where are you going?”
    “We’re going to my knitting group. But first we’ll have lunch.” Mrs. Brodie motioned for Gina to come with her. “Bye for now, son.”
    Gina turned back at the last minute. “You’re on your own for lunch. Your favorite is in the cupboard, peanut butter and jelly.” She let the screen door slam behind her.
    “Boy, you can cut through the tension in that room with a knife. Whatever you’re doing has his attention,” Mrs. Brodie said.
    Gina grinned and told her about decorating the kitchen and painting her bedroom. “I’m sure he’s going to enjoy his private time this afternoon.”
    Mrs. Brodie glanced at her as she drove toward town.