He pressed her.“Please tell me and I’ll stop pushing.I want to know, so I can understand you better.Back then, six months ago, it was reported you lost your best friend, another well-known model like you, Mira Korhonen.”
“You’re wrong,” she told him stonily.
“About Mira?”
“No, about being through with this conversation.Because we are.Goodnight, Ben.”With that, she walked out.
Chapter Eleven
Early in the morning, Sarah woke to a day blanketed by a deep, gloomy fog.It was so thick, she could barely see out the front door to the steps.
Closing the door behind her, the same as the day before, she found Ben waiting for her at the truck.Last night, she’d seen him carry a duffle bag into Rio’s old bedroom, and knowing he was sleeping only steps away made her feet both safer and a little nervous.She was glad her father was just down the hall and on the other side of the house.
Yet the images of their sensual encounter sent renewed shockwaves up her spine.She felt Ben again, felt his hands caressing her, felt his sturdy body, with his lips sweetly investigating hers.Felt her own wetness.Her hot as lava climax.
What the hell had she done?They’d only just met.
Dry humping like a horny teenager in a barn wasnother usual style.That must not happen again.She would make certain it didn’t.
With effort, she shook off the memories.In a reflective moment, she tried to forgive herself.It had been a long time for her and she washuman.A living, breathing woman.
After the sensuality, he’d prodded her to keep talking and finally she’d hit her limit.There was no way in hell she would tell him about that horrifying incident in her past.No way.
Coolly, she faced him now.“Morning.We’re going back to town.”
“Sure,” he said.“Do you have your weapons?”
She held up her purse, indicating she had her pistol, then took out the knife he’d given her.
He grunted in approval.
Again, he insisted on driving and this time they climbed into her truck.He started the engine.“While you’re doing your business, I’ll go talk to a few of the shopkeepers again.”
“That’s fine.Take me to Milly’s Diner, please.”She kept safely to her side of the cab.With visibility low, he drove through the heavy mist much slower than usual.Resisting the urge to study his features, she kept her gaze resolutely aimed out the front windshield.
When they passed Old Man Turner’s For Sale sign, she could barely make out the lettering.
