The words steal the air from my lungs.
Years?
That can’t be right.
I shake my head automatically.“That doesn’t make any sense.”
“It makes perfect sense,” he says calmly.
His hand shifts on the table, big fingers spreading like he’s holding himself back from reaching for me.
“You think I didn’t notice you?”he continues.“Think I didn’t see the way you carry yourself?The way you work harder than half the men in this town and never ask for a damn thing from anyone?You’re a badass, Kelly McCrae.Always have been.”
Something inside of me is pleased at the ridiculous compliment.
“So, what does that mean, J.T.?You want me to boss you around a little?Seriously, I’m not the kind of woman men fantasize about.”
His lips twitch, and I don’t know if he’s holding back a smile or a frown.
“That prick did a number on your confidence, didn’t he?”he says quietly.“Well, I can fix that.”
His voice is deep, gravelly, and so damn sexy it’s shocking.I’ve never spoken to J.T.like this, all intimate and alone.And not for this long, either.
“How?”I almost don’t say it.But the question slips from my lips unbidden.
“By reminding you of all the reasons you’re so damn perfect, Kelly McCrae.By telling you the truth about how a woman like you catches the attention of a man like me.The same way your hair catches the attention of the sunlight and shines like tupelo honey running down your back.Christ, Kelly, believe me, wanting you isn’t an issue.”
My throat tightens.
“Why?Why haven’t you ever told me this before?Why now?”
“You were married,” he whispers.
I watch him clench and unclench his hands.I see his jaw flex.And I am struck by how ruggedly handsome he is.
This mountain man.
This millionaire.
This business mogul, claiming he wants me.
“Yeah.You were married,” he repeats like he hates it.
The way he says it sends another strange ripple through me.
Like he’s been waiting.
Watching.
“And now you’re not,” he adds quietly.
His gaze settles on mine again—heavy, unwavering.
“Kelly, I can guarantee you’ll be safe,” he says.“You’ll be provided for.And you’ll be under my protection.”
Under my protection.
My first instinct is fury.
