Again with the devastating half-smile. “Wasn’t that Eve with the apple? Tempting poor Adam.”
“Forbidden fruit. No mention of an apple, specifically.”
“Right. I stand corrected.”
At some point in the past few minutes, the sun had begun to set, stretching shadows over the stranger’s arresting face.
But it was the words that had her transfixed. The locals were so earnest she couldn’t remember the last time she’d indulged in spicy banter. It felt good. Really good. Like slipping into a freshly made bed after a long day on her feet.
“Who are you?” she asked, the desire to know far too obvious in her tone.
He held out a hand. “Hugo. And you are?”
Feeling as if she was about to step off a cliff, she took his hand. His fingers were long and strong. His grip dry and warm. The tingle that zapped up her arm had her shaking once and letting go.
“Amber.”
“It’s a very great pleasure to meet you, Amber.”
“I’ll bet.”
At that he laughed.
The sound tumbling about inside her belly made her feel empty. Hungry. She breathed through it. “Wicked witch or no, this is private property, so you’d best get moving on. It doesn’t get fully dark for another hour. If you walk with pace you’ll make it to the village in time. There you’ll find somewhere else to sleep.”
The man slid his hands into his pockets and rocked back on his heels, going nowhere.
Amber crossed her arms and shook her head at the guy. But he only smiled back, the directness in his eyes telling her she wasn’t the only one having an “interested at first sight” moment. She rolled her eyes, turned on her heel and beckoned to him over her shoulder.
“Come on, then, Hugo. This way.”
Copyright © 2018 by Ally Blake
ISBN-13: 9781488089626
Road Trip with the Best Man
First North American publication 2018
Copyright © 2018 by Sophie Pembroke
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