‘They know you’re Finn’s offsider.’
‘And I’m okay with that.I know I have a lot to learn on the job.And Finn, even Craig and Stone, have been teaching me a lot.’
‘In this job, we never stop learning.’He tapped on the keyboard and sent the email, then added a note into his phone.
‘What are you doing?’She craned her neck to try to peer over his screen.The nosy thing.She wasn’t going to start micromanaging him now, was she?
‘I’m reminding myself to call Bree in the morning.Early.She goes riding at dawn.’He slid his phone back into his shirt pocket.‘Talking about riding… How’s the new horse?Taken him for a spin, yet?’
Her lips split into a full wattage smile that made him lean back in his chair, in awe of her beauty, the smile, and the incredible shine in her eyes.Deadset, she lit up the room like an outback sunrise—rare, wild, and impossible to ignore.
‘That good, huh?’Surprised how calm he sounded.Hoping that the brand on her horse wasn’t tampered with, and was just an anomaly, because it’d be a shame to kill that smile of hers.
‘I had fun.’
‘Good.Let your hair down?’Which he doubted it’d be on his watch, again.Not like last time…
‘Almost.Kind of.’She giggled.
Amara Montrose giggled.
And he liked it.
Aw, come on, this rodeo ride of emotions had to stop.Didn’t help when she smiled like that, where those pillowy lips of hers only made her smile all the more illegal.It was outright criminal.And enough to get this bloke locked up.
But then she sobered up as she sat back, with the tension rolling off her.
He could practically hear her brain firing at full speed.
‘I need to go through the records from that auction.’She spun her tablet around, scrolled across the screen to start her search for answers in cyberspace.
‘You won’t get Lydia until the morning.
‘I hate this… waiting.’She then frowned at him.‘Are you going to judge me?’
‘I already promised to be brutally honest with you when you moved in.That still okay with you?’
‘Yeah… As long as you don’t kiss me.’
‘But—’
‘Ah!’She waved her hand, cutting him off.‘Let’s not discuss it again.’
‘Fine.Spoilsport.’Porter finished his nightly reports, gathered them up and dropped them into the in-tray beside Tanisha’s desk, all without leaving his chair.He then pulled out a file that was thick and well used, and started work, noting she’d kept her distance from him.No doubt because of their kiss.
But he understoodno, and as a lawman who’d dealt with plenty, he believed in the power ofno, especially from a female.
He hadn’t planned to kiss her.So sue him if he was impulsive, and in this job, he’d learned to trust his instincts.And kissing Amara had felt right in that moment.
Good thing was she hadn’t slapped him in the face, reported him to his superior officer or HR, and hadn’t moved out.
Hmmm…
It also wasn’t like her to wait, either.Amara liked answers, immediate ones.And struggled with impatience.
So he went back to his file, expecting her to walk away.
But she didn’t.
