Guarding His Heart

“Are you interested?”

In a lot more than just taking photos. “Where’s the house? I’m going to Georgia this afternoon to meet with Mr. Tatum, the man I told you about who’s saving slave cabins. I’ll be there for about a week.”

“South Carolina in the Pee Dee region. I know that probably means nothing to you. I’ll just send you the information,” he said. Excitement crept into his hurried reply. She pictured him smiling and her own lips curved. “I’m in town for now, but I’ve got business in Atlanta and then Jacksonville. I can be back in town to meet you the week after next.”

He didn’t have to meet her. She could get the information from him, take her pictures without him and get any information on his family via email. On the other hand, talking to him face-to-face and learning what she could from him was the most logical choice.

“I’ll think about it,” she said while her mind reworked her schedule to include a trip to his place. He didn’t need to know how eager she was to see him again. “Let me see how the meeting with Mr. Tatum goes. I may check out some of the places he mentions after we talk. Depending on how long that takes, I’ll consider it.”

“Does that mean I should look forward to you calling me?”

His cocky, hopeful tone sent heat rising in her cheeks. “I’ll call you.”

“And will you be thinking about me?”

Damn, how did he do that? Make his voice sound like sex, temptation and a demand all rolled into one? If she weren’t going to think about him, which was already doubtful, she’d be dreaming about his voice whispering in her ear anyway.

“I’ll be thinking about your family’s property,” she said.

“And I’ll be thinking about that kiss,” he countered. “Talk with you soon, Jasmine.”

The call ended. Her body tingled everywhere. Everything felt heated, and giddy anticipation made her heart rate flutter. Kevin knew what he was up to. He wanted her, and because their chemistry was undeniable, he wasn’t going to let up. She wanted him, too. Couldn’t deny that. Not when her body still buzzed from a freaking phone call.

But she didn’t want to be an easy catch. Or the dumb girl who fell for the guy she had no business falling for. If he really wanted her, she’d let him court her. Do a little work, while she shored up her defenses. Playboys like Kevin had a knack for breaking down good intentions to keep the heart out of an affair.

“Who is Kevin and why are you looking like you’re ready to mail him your panties?” Jada’s voice cut into Jasmine’s thoughts.

Jasmine spun to her sister and slipped her phone in her back pocket. “No one is mailing anyone their panties.”

“Well, you look like he’s getting them some way or another.” Jada looked up. “Thank the Lord.” She focused on Jasmine again. “It’s about time you got back out there.”

“I never stopped being out there.”

“Julio hurt you. Now you’re extra cautious. I’m glad to see you’re not scared anymore.”

Jasmine held up a finger. “First of all, I’m completely over Julio. I ignored the signs that he was still in love with his ex. Second, that’s exactly why Kevin isn’t a good idea. That was Kevin Koucky with the Jacksonville Gators.”

Jada sucked in a breath and put a hand to her chest. “The sexy one with the tats?”

Jasmine rolled her eyes at her sister’s antics. “The sexy one with an ex-wife, ex-girlfriend and four kids, who is also photographed with a new flavor every few weeks.”

Jada shrugged. “So? You’re not trying to marry him, are you?”

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