Читать книгу The Hero's Sweetheart - Cheryl Wyatt - Страница 3
Оглавление“I’ll back off on inserting my opinions,” Olivia promised. “Provided I still have a job.”
Jack’s lip twitched, as if he were about to crack a smile. “I haven’t fired anyone. Yet.”
Jack stared at her. He leaned back, rubbing his thumb and forefinger along his lower lip, studying her in that calculating way of his. Shook his head. Leaned forward, steepled his hands and released a breath before raking all ten fingers through his buzz, which looked more light brown than dark blond, as it had in Sully’s photos. “You are one stubborn broad.”
She burst out laughing because he’d muttered it mostly to himself. And because it was true.
His eyes lit at her laughter and for a moment she felt frozen in time. He was drop-dead gorgeous even when he scowled like his father, but with his finely chiseled face all loose in laughter like that, he was finer than fine.
She needed to shore up her resistance. She couldn’t be attracted to him. That enamoredness would fade soon. It had to. Trusting was too dangerous a journey to embark on.
