Love Chronicles

“Don’t hold back, now.”

She stared at him. “Trust me. I won’t.”

“I can see that,” he said dryly. “Actually, grumpiness aside, you have a good plan, trying to change my mind. Very practical.”

“And are you always practical, Dr. Forbes? You strike me as the type who tries to be sensible at all times.” Sensible and totally repressed: boy, did he need to loosen up.

“I try to be.” He angled his body toward her and rested his left elbow on the back of the bench, bringing himself slightly closer. He pierced her with his eyes. “Is that bad?”

She shifted on the hard bench again and fiddled with the ends of her hair, uneasy with his nearness and how aware she was of his heat and scent. What was wrong with her, letting his physical appeal get to her? She didn’t even like the man. “Uh, well, not always, although sometimes it’s better to go with your gut instincts rather than what’s practical. A person’s inner voice is important, don’t you think?”

He inclined his head. “I guess. It’s been proven that instincts have helped man survive for thousands of years.”

She wanted to snort. Of course, he’d twisted her beliefs around so that they reeked of scientific fact rather than what he simply knew, deep down inside. He was obviously so out of touch with himself.

Ignoring how much she’d like to help him with that particular problem—boy, would she like to get a hold of his broad, well-muscled shoulders and work all of his tense, uptightness right out of his body—she focused instead on the question that was still gnawing at her.

“So, why did you come find me?” she asked, trying to sound casual. “I figured our business was finished.”

Rufus ran up, flopped down next to Connor and gazed up adoringly at him. Connor obliged and patted his head. “I’ve reconsidered.” He turned and held out his hand, his eyes boring into hers. “How about you shake hands with your new partner?”

Sunny widened her eyes, taken totally off guard by his unexpected offer. She automatically put her hand in his warm grip, liking the way his large hand engulfed hers. “You’ve changed your mind?” she asked, doubt spilling over. She quickly pulled free of his compelling touch to stay in control.

He nodded and then quickly looked away, his gaze focused across the park. “I guess I have.”

His inability to meet her eyes set off alarms in her head. “Why?”

“Change of heart,” he said, casually—too casually—lifting one broad shoulder.

She stared at him, her reliable intuition kicking into gear. She frowned slightly. “Really? An hour ago you were very clear about what you thought about partnering with me, and it wasn’t good.” She narrowed her gaze. “What’s going on?”

He shook his head. “I guess I can’t fool you.” He inclined his head. “All right, I’ll come clean. My dad changed my mind.”

She gave a humorless laugh, doing a bad job of covering up the ache building inside of her. “Ah, I should have known your change of heart was really just your father forcing you to honor the deal.” She pressed her lips together and glared at him. “So what did he offer you to cooperate?”

“He offered to come out of retirement part-time.”

She pulled her brows together. “Okay. But how does that help you, except for cutting down on your work load?”

“I want to get into medical research. That’ll be easier to do if he’s helping me out. He also offered a trial period. Of three months.”

She glared at him. “The heart of the matter at last. You’re probably thinking you’ll just bide your time for three months, then get rid of me, right?”

His stony silence gave her the answer.

With anger building in her—she felt like stomping on his head again—she quickly rose and began pacing before he could reply. “So you’re only doing this because of your dad’s offer rather than because of some newfound respect for what I do, right?”

He shrugged. “Hey, I have an agenda, just like you do. This will help me achieve it.”

Well, she had to give him credit for being honest, but that was as generous as she’d be. His attitude cut deep. Her wounded pride reared up, along with a healthy dose of her usual idealism. Partnering with a man with no respect for her methods would be wrong—and counterproductive. She’d be working under a cloud of contempt that would surely overwhelm her eventually. No, she couldn’t—wouldn’t—work under those uncertain, pride-shredding circumstances, no matter how desperate she was to finally settle into a successful career.

She stared at him. “Thanks for the offer, but no thanks. You have no respect for what I do, no appreciation for any medical treatment not based in your kind of science. You only want to use me to help you further your own goals. I don’t think you’re the partner I’m looking for.” She picked up Rufus’s leash and hooked it to his collar, then gave a stunned-looking Connor a sweet, totally fake smile. “Goodbye.”

Connor stood and put a hand on her arm. “Sunny, wait—”

Rufus’s hysterical barking cut him off. Before Sunny could react, Rufus started running in circles while he barked at a squirrel running up the trunk of a nearby tree. His leash wrapped around Connor’s legs and then Sunny’s, round and round, pulling them closer and closer together.

“Rufus, stop!” she hollered. But it was too late to get the leash off her wrist and Rufus was too strong and too rambunctious. She and Connor were quickly bound together by the tangled leash, his big body pressed intimately up against hers.

Rufus quit barking and the leash went slack. The silly dog whined, looking everywhere for that darn squirrel.

Doing nothing to extricate himself, Connor looked down at Sunny, his darkening gaze zeroing in on her, and said, “Your dog needs a firmer hand.”

Sunny stared up at him, stunned into inaction, heat building inside, almost drowning in his gorgeous green eyes. She could only nod, wishing in some far, foolish corner of her brain that he would kiss her.

Oh, my stars! He must have had the same idea. A moment later, he lowered his head, bringing his hands to her shoulders and his lips to within inches of hers. “Although I guess there are some advantages to having a naughty dog, right?” He moved closer still, his breath washing over her, his male heat searing her. Her heart raced and her breath stalled in her throat. He dropped his head—

Rufus yanked on the leash, hard, barking frantically again. In an instant, she and Connor went from almost kissing to falling over like a giant, leash-wrapped felled tree. Sunny squealed and Connor let out a hearty “Whoa!”

Fortunately for Sunny, but not for Connor, he landed on the bottom with an oof, cushioning her fall. She came to rest on top of him, her legs entangled with his, her body plastered from head to toe against him. His masculine, spicy scent surrounded her, warming her from the inside out.

Bad reaction. She struggled to get free, wiggling and flailing, letting out a few unladylike grunts, one thought front and center in her mind:

He’d almost kissed her!

Worse yet, she’d been well past the brink of letting him. Luckily, Rufus’s antics had stopped that in the nick of time. Connor wasn’t the man she was looking for. She had no business kissing him.

She needed to get away. She tried to stand, but her lower legs were still tangled in the leash. Muttering dark thoughts, she rolled off Connor to the ground, her feet still bound to his.

“Rufus, you big, stupid mutt, come here!” she said, pulling on his leash. Rufus whined and meekly obeyed. Sunny quickly unhooked his leash from his collar, then unwrapped it from their legs, still holding him with one hand.

As soon as she could, she stood, brushing herself off with one hand, hoping her blush had faded. She re-hooked Rufus’s leash, took a deep breath and looked at Connor, who’d stood, too.

“I’ll be going now,” she said to Connor in as normal a voice as possible, unable to meet his probing gaze. “I’m sure you’ll be able to explain why I didn’t accept your little deal to your father.”

With that, she started walking, her head held high, Rufus trotting along at her side. She softened her earlier harsh words with a stroke to the dog’s big head. Connor didn’t stop her this time, and she was glad. He flustered and confused her and she hated that. She might be broke, but she still had her pride, despite their little near kiss.

And Connor Forbes was right where he wanted to be before his dad stepped in.

On his own.

His runaway heartbeat was thundering in his ears as Connor watched Sunny walk away, noting with lots of male appreciation how her blond hair looked like white gold glowing in the sun. He wished she’d come back here and tangle herself up with him again. He’d come so close to kissing her, to letting his desire run its course. He was sure he would never forget the feel of her soft, curvy body moving around on top of him…

He snorted, jerking his thoughts back to what mattered, forcing himself to focus on the cold, harsh, unexpected reality that had nothing to do with how much he’d enjoyed their leash-and-fall incident:

Damn, she’d actually turned him down!

He made himself stand still and not run after her, needing time to regroup and cool his blood. He couldn’t deny that he admired the hell out of her at this moment. Okay, so her pigheadedness was pretty irritating, but he had to appreciate the pride he’d seen burning like hot coals in her eyes. She had principles. He liked that.

But what he liked—and it was becoming clear he really liked a lot of things about Sunny Williams—didn’t matter. What mattered was that she was walking away.

He rubbed his chin, acknowledging that his priorities had changed in a big hurry. But he’d blown it and he had no idea how to fix things.

He’d always been more comfortable immersing himself in books than talking to people; even as a boy, he’d spent hours reading science books by himself, hoping to make a connection with his father by learning as much as he could about medicine. Personal relationships weren’t his forte.

He started walking back to his office, looking at his problem from a practical viewpoint. The truth was, he needed Sunny Williams in a way that went far beyond his desire to have her laying on top of him again. Now, he just had to figure out a way to talk her into changing her mind—for the sake of becoming a medical researcher and jettisoning Mr. Commitment back to his dad, of course.

Chapter Three

Sunny gave up all pretense of calm and stomped back to her van, absolutely infuriated that her hopes to make a new start in Oak Valley had completely faded. Not to mention that she’d almost caved in to her impetuous side, given into temptation and welcomed Connor’s kiss. Yes, her aura was probably glowing a fiery red right now.

It was impossible to ignore how irritating—yet knock-her-down attractive—Dr. Connor Forbes was proving to be. The man would test the patience and control of a saint.

As maddening as he was, there was something indescribable about him that she found really, really appealing. Darn the man! He was her total opposite and clearly had different values. But she simply couldn’t deny that she found him incredibly attractive. His smile was enough to inspire goose bumps and a glance from his gorgeous green eyes set fires all over her. What would it be like to actually kiss him? Or lie in his arms, whispering her hopes and dreams to him, wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and security that would last forever?

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