Anna's mouth pursed. "He likes you."God knows why. Squeezing affection from Arthur Campbell was like trying to get water from a rock--doomed to frustration and failure.
His eyes narrowed as if she'd spoken aloud. "Animals usually have good instincts."
"Usually," she agreed, leaving him no doubt that in this case she thought differently.
The dangerous glint crept back into his eye. "And what about you, Anna? What do your instincts tell you?"
To run. To hide. To get as far away from him as she could so it would stop hurting. It hurt just to look at him, at the square, dented jaw, sensually curved lips, and dark, amber-flecked eyes.
She shifted her gaze, emotion welling in her throat. "I don't listen to my instincts." At least any longer. They were wrong. Her instincts had made her think there was something special between them. That he might need her. That he was lonely. And that he might be different from what he seemed: an ambitious knight, a battle-hard warrior, who lived by--and for--the sword.
Even now, her instincts led her to believe that this simmering tension between them meant something. That if only he would take her in his arms and kiss her again everything would be all right. But it was too late for that. "Instincts only make you do things you regret," she added.
His jaw hardened, and the muscle in his jaw jumped ominously. He stepped closer. Close enough for her to feel the heat radiating off him. To smell the hint of sun and spice on his skin.
Her legs started to melt.
God, she'd forgotten how tall he was. It felt as though the walls were closing in. It was hard to breathe. Hard to think with him looming over her like this.
He was using his fierce masculinity against her with all the subtlety of a battering ram.
"And do you regret it, Anna?"
She did not mistake the deceptive softness of his voice. She could feel the anger radiating off him--almost as if her change of heart mattered to him.
Why was he doing this? Why was he trying to confuse her? He was the one who'd told her to stay away.
"What difference does it make? Especially now. You made yourself brutally clear before you ran off with my brother."
She tried to brush past him, but he blocked her with the implacable shield of his chest. She could tell by the white lines around his mouth that he hadn't missed her taunt.
"So you are done with your spying, is that it?"
Her eyes scanned his face. Is that what he thought? God, what did it matter? She dragged her gaze away and looked past him to the door. "Yes, that's it. Now, if you'll excuse me, I wish to leave."
She pushed against his chest with the heel of her hand, but he was about as yielding as a rocky cliff. A cliff with lots and lots of sharply cut rocks.
"I told you I'm going with you."
"Yourservicesare no longer necessary. I've changed my mind; I won't be riding this morning."
She could tell by the way his eyes flared that he didn't appreciate being dismissed. Well, too bad. He was the one who'd appointed himself her knight errant.
The muscles in his shoulders tensed, and she wondered whether she might have pushed him too far. But with a twist of his mouth, he bowed dramatically and stepped aside. "As you wish, my lady. But if you change your mind, you know where to find me."
She swept past him, chin high. "I won't change my mind. I've much to do before I go."
A hand on her arm brought her to a jerking halt. But even the harsh touch made her senses explode.
"Going somewhere, Lady Anna?"
She tried to wrench her arm away, glaring at him when he wouldn't let her go. "It's none of your business."
His eyes flashed, and he drew her near. She could feel the energy pulsing between them, dragging her under. His mouth was so close. "Tell me."
He couldn't kiss her, she thought in a panic. She couldn't let him kiss her. "I'm to be married," she blurted.
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