Change of Heart by T. J. Kline Read Free Book Online

deep, penetrating brown eyes. Gage raised a hand, and she could feel the electricity jump between them. He didn’t even touch her as he laid a hand against the cupboard behind her, but she felt the current between them all the same.
    “Trust me, Leah.” His voice was a husky sound that made her stomach do a flip and a spin. It reminded her of the only roller coaster she’d been on during a senior trip in high school. “If I was going to seduce you, it wouldn’t be over sandwiches. I can think of far better ways.”
    She found herself wanting to lean into him, to let his fingers brush over her skin, to see if his hands were as warm as she guessed they would be. Leah cursed her own fantasies. She’d just told him last night that she didn’t believe in that sort of nonsense, and here she was letting herself get swept away by a little sexual attraction. Her gaze fell on his mouth, lips that made her wonder what it might feel like to kiss him, to be kissed by him, to feel them over her skin. Okay, so maybe this was more than a little sexual attraction. It felt like a live thing, growing and spreading through her with each passing second.
    Snap out of it!
    Leah looked up and met his eyes, forcing her lips to spread in a disdainful smirk. “So, this is what usually works for you?”
    She saw the doubt flash in his eyes. It was brief, but she was sure that was what she saw before he quickly masked it with his impish humor.
    The corners of his mouth tugged upward. “Usually, but I should have known you wouldn’t be like other woman, Leah. You’ve been in a league all your own from the first moment I saw you.”
    She peered up at him, bristling slightly and arching a questioning brow while she waited for him to elaborate on his statement.
    “Not many women would drive a car like yours,” he explained. “And, even if they did, they wouldn’t know what a radiator was, let alone if it needed replacing. You’re definitely one of a kind.”
    “This is your version of a compliment?”
    She kept her voice dispassionate, but inside she celebrated the fact that he noticed the differences. After their short conversation at the corral last night, he hadn’t bothered to return to the barbecue, which must have been a cue to everyone else in attendance to act as if it was their family duty to extol the amazing attributes of Gage Granger, including his brilliance and the way people fawned over him like a celebrity. Just because other people treated him like a god didn’t make him one, and she wasn’t about to become one of his overly large harem of Granger-groupies.
    “And the cynicism returns.” Gage moved back to the bread and slapped some deli meat onto it before reaching into the bag again. “Cheese?”
    She shook her head. “Nothing for me. I’m not a breakfast person.”
    “This is brunch.”
    “Sorry, I’m not a brunch person. And since when do you have sandwiches for brunch? That, sir, is lunch.”
    His gaze slid over her, taking in every inch, from the top of her mussed waves, over the tank top and yoga pants she’d slept in, all the way down to her stocking feet. “Not at ten a.m. it’s not. Besides, you need to eat. You could use a little meat on your bones.”
    Leah fought back the urge to wrap her arms around her waist self-consciously. She was thin, had always been built that way, and it had earned her plenty of jabs from kids in school growing up. But when you didn’t have food in the house to eat, it was tough to gain weight.
    “I’m sure you’ll try to convince me that innuendo was about my car, too?” Sarcasm dripped from her voice.
    She snatched the paper plate with the sandwich he’d made and took it around the counter to sit on the other side of the island, leaving him to make another for himself.
    Gage watched her for a moment before he laughed, shaking his head, and turned back to the food, making himself another sandwich. “No, that one was about your ass.” She spun to look at him, her