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Authors: Linda Turner
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wonât need you to act as his chauffeur anymore. So just grin and bear it.
That was good advice. Or so she thought until she slid behind the wheel of her Volkswagen Bug a short while later and he joined her in the passenger seat. His shoulder brushed hers as he reached for his seatbelt and just that quickly, everything changed.
Her heart thumping, Phoebe told herself she imagined the sparks that seemed to jump between them. But her eyes locked with his and she couldnât, for the life of her, look away. Why hadnât she noticed before how big he was? Sheâd known he was tall, of course, but his shoulders were much broader than sheâd first thought, and he had a presence about him that somehow made her feel safe and protected.
Stunnedâand more than a little alarmedâshe told herself that this was crazy. She hardly knew the man!How could he possibly make her feel safe when she didnât even like him?
Afraid even to try to figure out the answer to that one, she reminded herself that she wasnât looking for a man. Not at this point in her life, when she wasnât sure where she would be this time next year. And when she was ready to get back into a relationship, she assured herself, she would never be attracted to a man like Taylor. He might be incredibly good-looking, but there was a reserve to him, a coolness, that had No Trespassing stamped all over it. He wouldnât be an easy man to get to knowâ¦or to love.
So why was her heart pounding like a locomotive on a downhill run? She felt as though sheâd never seen him before, and suddenly she had this crazy need to touch him. And she didnât know why. It was something about the way he sat, the way he stretched out his long legs as far as he could in the small car, the way he moved with an animal grace that was so sensuous. She couldnât take her eyes off him.
Alarmed, she almost changed her mind about taking him to the McBrides right then and there. But they were already in the car, and what excuse could she possibly give him? She was attracted to him? She didnât think so!
The scent of his cologne teasing her senses, she quickly distracted herself from his closeness by saying the first thing that came into her head. âWhat do you do when youâre not writing? Are you the kind of person whoâs bored easily? I hope not, since youâre staying at least a month. Thereâs not much to do around here. Of course, there are the mountains. You can go hiking and camping if you like. And Aspenâs not that far.â
âIâm not here to sightsee,â he growled. âI donât have time to be bored. All I want to do is work.â
From the moment sheâd met him, Phoebe had suspected that anyone as intense as he was had to be a workaholic. Obviously, she was right. Whatever Taylor Bishop chose to do, she didnât doubt that he would be successful. But she pitied the woman who gave him her heart. In all likelihood, heâd be so busy working that he wouldnât notice.
And that was just one more reason not to get involved with the man.
Still, she couldnât resist reminding him, âYou know what they say about all workâ¦â
Taylor wasnât really surprised by her attitude. Heâd seen her kind before. She dressed like a hippy and had probably been raised by flower children of the sixties who encouraged her to float through life smelling daisies. That didnât pay the rent, he thought grimly. And she wasnât going to get very far working in a bed and breakfast, eitherâif you could call that work. She would never understand the value of real hard work or his need to prove himself.
Knowing that, he should have seen her as a means to an end, nothing more, and not given her a second thought. But she was a difficult woman to ignore. When he should have been focusing all his attention on the upcoming meeting with the McBrides, she was all he could think
That was good advice. Or so she thought until she slid behind the wheel of her Volkswagen Bug a short while later and he joined her in the passenger seat. His shoulder brushed hers as he reached for his seatbelt and just that quickly, everything changed.
Her heart thumping, Phoebe told herself she imagined the sparks that seemed to jump between them. But her eyes locked with his and she couldnât, for the life of her, look away. Why hadnât she noticed before how big he was? Sheâd known he was tall, of course, but his shoulders were much broader than sheâd first thought, and he had a presence about him that somehow made her feel safe and protected.
Stunnedâand more than a little alarmedâshe told herself that this was crazy. She hardly knew the man!How could he possibly make her feel safe when she didnât even like him?
Afraid even to try to figure out the answer to that one, she reminded herself that she wasnât looking for a man. Not at this point in her life, when she wasnât sure where she would be this time next year. And when she was ready to get back into a relationship, she assured herself, she would never be attracted to a man like Taylor. He might be incredibly good-looking, but there was a reserve to him, a coolness, that had No Trespassing stamped all over it. He wouldnât be an easy man to get to knowâ¦or to love.
So why was her heart pounding like a locomotive on a downhill run? She felt as though sheâd never seen him before, and suddenly she had this crazy need to touch him. And she didnât know why. It was something about the way he sat, the way he stretched out his long legs as far as he could in the small car, the way he moved with an animal grace that was so sensuous. She couldnât take her eyes off him.
Alarmed, she almost changed her mind about taking him to the McBrides right then and there. But they were already in the car, and what excuse could she possibly give him? She was attracted to him? She didnât think so!
The scent of his cologne teasing her senses, she quickly distracted herself from his closeness by saying the first thing that came into her head. âWhat do you do when youâre not writing? Are you the kind of person whoâs bored easily? I hope not, since youâre staying at least a month. Thereâs not much to do around here. Of course, there are the mountains. You can go hiking and camping if you like. And Aspenâs not that far.â
âIâm not here to sightsee,â he growled. âI donât have time to be bored. All I want to do is work.â
From the moment sheâd met him, Phoebe had suspected that anyone as intense as he was had to be a workaholic. Obviously, she was right. Whatever Taylor Bishop chose to do, she didnât doubt that he would be successful. But she pitied the woman who gave him her heart. In all likelihood, heâd be so busy working that he wouldnât notice.
And that was just one more reason not to get involved with the man.
Still, she couldnât resist reminding him, âYou know what they say about all workâ¦â
Taylor wasnât really surprised by her attitude. Heâd seen her kind before. She dressed like a hippy and had probably been raised by flower children of the sixties who encouraged her to float through life smelling daisies. That didnât pay the rent, he thought grimly. And she wasnât going to get very far working in a bed and breakfast, eitherâif you could call that work. She would never understand the value of real hard work or his need to prove himself.
Knowing that, he should have seen her as a means to an end, nothing more, and not given her a second thought. But she was a difficult woman to ignore. When he should have been focusing all his attention on the upcoming meeting with the McBrides, she was all he could think
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