Copyright © Jo Barrett, 2005
All rights reserved, The Wild Rose Press
“You're just mad because he gave up so easily,” Travis said teasingly, hoping to hide how much the thought of her with someone else ate at him.
“The only person I'm mad at is you.”
As Bobbi retrieved her mail from her post office box, he leaned casually against the wall measuring her anger. “You really like him, don't you?”
She slammed the little metal door closed. “Who I like or don't like is none of your business.”
He grinned broadly as they stepped back outside. He did so love how her face colored up when she was riled, and he'd stake his best soufflé recipe that she wasn't interested in good ole' Doctor Stamens.
“I'm willing to wager he doesn't make you feel the way I do when he kisses you,” he tossed out casually.
Spinning around, nearly knocking him over with her suitcase of a pocketbook, she thrust her finger into his chest, her lips scant inches from his.
“I don't feel anything where you're concerned except irritated.”
The fire in her eyes, the berrylike scent he would always associate with her, set off a chain reaction he had no way of stopping.
Snagging her wrist, he twisted her around and pinned her to the outside wall of the building with his body, ignoring his brain's repeated warnings to back off. Flames licked his skin where they touched, incinerating the last of his good sense.
“I know for a fact that your pulse races and your breath quickens when I get close to you. When I touch you. Just like it is now.”