Irresistible Knight by Tierney O’Malley Read Free Book Online Page A

place would always be at the back of the car, at the time, she thought Jean wanted her to know that it was her privilege to be chauffeured all the time. When she turned sixteen, she found out Jean's intention—to show her that he would always be in control of her life. She could go wherever he wanted her to go, but not alone. Ha! What kind of life was that?
    Taylor turned toward the crosswalk two blocks from where she stood. Thinking about walking that far made her ankle hurt even more. She supposed she could just cross the road.
    It isn't like I will be crossing a major intersection. Surely, I could do it without getting run over. She looked from the left, then to the right. After the oncoming SUV, she'd cross. She was waiting for the street to clear when someone touched her elbow. Taylor jumped and screeched like a cat with its tail pinned at the same time. She turned around and found the handsome jerk she met at the clinic.
    “Sheez, you scared me.”
    “Sorry. You were so deep in your thoughts, you didn't even hear me. I bet you didn't hear the elephants trumpeting.”
    “What elephant?”
    “See? I'm right.”
    “Whatever.” Lifting her chin a bit, she looked at the man. Lord, he was tall, built like a gym rat, rugged looking, and ... so handsome. “What do you want? You're not a stalker, are you?”
    “Depends.”
    “Oh, God.” Taylor took a step away from him.
    “Cool it. I'm only a stalker in bed.”
    “Oh, God,” Taylor repeated. She couldn't tell which type of stalker was worse.
    “You call God all the time.”
    “Only when I'm facing a troll like you. So can I help you?”
    “Actually, I'm here to offer my help. Crosswalk is over there,” he declared, jerking his thumb over his shoulder at the same time.
    “I know that!” Taylor snapped. “You scared me just to tell me that the crosswalk is over there.”
    “I didn't mean to. Like I said, crosswalk is that a way.”
    “So? Can't I just cross here ?”
    “No.”
    “What are you? Some kind of a traffic police?”
    “Worse.”
    “Lord, just what I need. A citizen's arrest.” She noticed he was holding her shoes. “Those are mine.”
    “I figured, since you're barefoot. You must have misunderstood when I said get rid of the heel.”
    “I didn't. It feels better to walk barefoot.”
    “You'd regret it if you stepped on something sharp. Where are you going? Did you leave your car at Tweed's parking lot?”
    “I wish I had a car.”
    “You look like someone who could afford one.”
    “Did I say I can't afford a car?”
    “Meow!”
    “Please leave. You're annoying.”
    “Hmm. I'm not used to that word. Charming, yes.”
    Without a doubt, you are the most handsome man I've ever met. Too bad you're married. Sucks to be me! “Nice talking to you. Goodbye. I'm going to Tweed's to find a pair of shoes.”
    “You'll definitely find a pair there—shoes that are made specifically for seniors with bunions and swollen ankles.”
    “What?”
    “Babe, Tweed's is a pharmacy, not Nordstrom or Neiman Marcus. You'll only find medicinal shoes there. You still want to go there?”
    “Yes. I don't care about the type of shoes I find there as long as I can have something to wear right now.”
    “How about if I give you a ride?”
    Taylor raised her brow. Is this handsome hunk for real? “A ride?”
    “Well, wanna drive instead? I have a truck.”
    “Dude, you need a brain scan. Please leave me alone before your pregnant wife sees you talking to me and gouges my eyes out. Oh, and no thank you for the ride. And no to driving your truck—I want to live. I may be in pain, but I'm not desperate enough to get in a car with a stranger, especially a married creep.”
    His mouth shifted to a curving smile, showing his perfect white teeth. “You're feisty, aren't you? Are you always like this, high-strung?”
    “Only when a creep is trying to pick me up.”
    “Bors,” he offered his hand.
    “My God, your name befits your manners. Boors.”
    “Bors,