Copyright © by Jo Barrett, 2005
All rights reserved, The Wild Rose Press
His mouth turned up at the corner in a cocky grin, as he snatched her hand and dragged her to the side of the diner away from curious eyes.
“What are you doing? Let go of me.”
“Not on your life. You and I have a few things to clear up, sweetheart.”
“Oh, really, and what pray tell would that be, dear ?” She tugged at her wrist, but rapidly lost interest in getting free.
He pinned her against the wall, his fingers holding her firmly in place at the shoulders. “You just admitted that you like me.”
She tilted up her chin, ignoring the look in his eyes and how it heated her to the core. “I also mentioned murder.”
Chuckling, he tilted his hat back off his forehead and moved closer. She could feel the brush of his breath across her cheek. “I give up. Why don't you?”
“I don't know what you mean?” She was an engaged woman. Regardless of her doubts about how she felt about Derrick, she shouldn't be standing in the middle of a parking lot wishing with all her heart that this man, this stranger would kiss her.
“I've done everything I know to ignore this thing between us, but I can't, and neither can you.”
“You're mistaken. Just because I said I liked you didn't mean—”
His mouth covered hers and she forgot all about her fiancé.