have a woman’s touch when it came to decorating, but the soft colors felt right at home and inviting. The sheer white curtains and bedding actually matched. The room was accented by bulky, rustic furnishings that included a long wall dresser and mirror, a rocking chair, a nightstand, and a bed.
The most surprising thing she noted was how clean everything had been when she arrived. On the drive over, she had pictured a typical bachelor pad, one covered in dirty laundry and dishes and empty pizza boxes stacked on top of the coffee table that was really used as an ottoman. However, that wasn’t the case at all. Clay Garrett took pride in his home, and that was more impressive to her than any amount of money.
Even though he’d ordered her around like a child, she didn’t really mean to respond to him like she was a brat. One thing she hated more than anything was being treated like a spoiled rich kid, but then again, that’s exactly how she was behaving.
For the time being, it was best that she remain isolated in her room. She needed to keep her distance from the alluring sheriff, who left her breathless and wanting, distracted and frustrated. Besides the fact that she’d clearly hurt him when he’d seen her kissing Hunter, she couldn’t risk saying something else that would cause either of them more unease.
If only Clay could’ve seen the image in her mind that had her kissing him, too, maybe then he’d understand how confused she was by everything happening between the three of them. They’d both played a part in saving her life, and they both somehow effortlessly infected her heart. She wanted so badly to run her fingers over every tight-muscled inch of their bodies and taste the flesh she was sure would be sweet and salty.
Surprisingly to herself, she desired two men that she could never have, and those alarming emotions churned deep within her soul.
As for Clay, there was something incredibly powerful about him, and so dangerously sexy. Maybe it was the fact that he saved her life. Maybe it was because he was a familiar face in a town full of strangers. Maybe it was the perfect calm he placed over her, making her feel safe and secure, something she hadn’t felt in a long time.
She didn’t know, but her instincts were telling her it was something way deeper than any of that. Clay was the reason she could use to persuade herself to linger in a town like Temptation. How strange that she had thought that same thing about Hunter.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, thinking about how much she would love to find a man like him to fall in love with. To find a man like Clay to spend her life getting to know, and to finally experience what it would be like to enjoy every waking minute in that passion-filled haze.
Suddenly, an overwhelming dread flooded through her system. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that that would never happen as long as Warren Michaels was somehow a part of her life. He’d never allow her to find someone like that. Warren would do just about anything to see that her life was ruined if she wasn’t aligning herself with him specifically. She really had no idea just how far he would go.
Kicking off her shoes, she decided to get ready for bed. Stripping out of her sundress and underclothes, she pulled out the nightshirt from her suitcase and put it on. Crawling underneath the sheet and comforter, she curled up on one side and prayed that sleep would take her fast. Reaching over, she turned off the light, and the room sank into total darkness.
* * * *
The moment she opened her eyes, she knew he was watching her. Her heart raced with dread the same way it always did when she realized he was ogling her. The warning signs were everywhere, and the creepiness that crawled along her skin, alarming her that he was near, was stronger than ever. Warren had once again found her. Alone.
Before she could scream for help, he was on her. His lanky, naked body covered hers, and he
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