Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 113324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
He caught me staring at him.
“What?” Color tinged those cheekbones.
Since learning he’d been a prizefighter, I’d longed to touch his face. Since Paxán had told me of his beating as a boy, I’d yearned to kiss this fighter from forehead to chin. “You adore it here.”
He shrugged, but I could tell how proud he was. “Don’t you?” When I nodded easily, he said, “Then why haven’t you decided to stay?”
“It’s a big decision. Living in a foreign country, changing schools.” I knew nothing would make Paxán happier, and I wanted to give that to him. But not at the expense of my own happiness. “Though you might not think I liked my old life, I did. I even liked working, just as you clearly do. I don’t want to say I’m a hayseed or anything, but I enjoy a simple life.” We’d slowed to a stop. “Enough about me. Why don’t you tell me about how you came to be here?” Paxán had said Sevastyan might confide in me.
He studied my face. “Your father told you my history.”
“Only how he first met you. You could tell me more.” If Sevastyan and I could continue like this, talking, getting to know each other, would I fall for him?
Could he fall for me?
“I’m a good listener,” I said.
Our gazes met. He parted his lips to speak. Then ire blazed in his expression. “Why did you invite Filip to ride with you?”
I was taken aback. “Why wouldn’t I have?”
“You could have asked me.” He gazed past me as he said, “Unless you specifically wanted time with him away from everyone else.”
I rolled my eyes. “If I did, then that would be none of your business. You told me there is no us, remember? Maybe I took your words to heart.”
“Did you take my warning to heart as well? I told you to be wary of him.”
Sevastyan’s anger was sparking my own. “And he told me the same thing—about you.”
“Filip has a lot of success with women. That doesn’t mean he’s worthy of it.”
“I get along with him. He doesn’t ignore me, and he makes me laugh,” I pointed out. “It doesn’t hurt that he has a face that could make angels weep.”
Sevastyan’s gloved fists clenched on his reins. His horse nickered nervously. “I don’t want you alone with him anymore.”
This jealousy was so delicious, I decided to prime the pump. “Why? Scared I’m going to give it up to him?”
Something primal flashed in Sevastyan’s eyes. “That will never happen.”
“Is that why you’re riding with me? To cock-block him?”
He simply answered, “Yes.”
My toes curled in my boots. “Why?”
“I know what Filip had planned for you today.” At my raised brows, he said, “He intended to seduce you.”
“How do you know this?”
“Because any man in his right mind would be planning the same.” He caught my gaze, held it. Was Sevastyan telling me that he was as well?
Was I back to being infatuated again?
I smoothed a curl from my flushed face. “Are you in your right mind?” Say yes, say yes—
Thunder rumbled.
As if waking from a daze, we both jerked our heads up. In these woods, we hadn’t been able to see an approaching storm.
“We’ll head back.”
No, no, I never wanted this ride to end! Sevastyan was acting all possessive and jealous and had actually been flirting with me—in his terse, enforcer way. I couldn’t get enough. What harm would a few more minutes do? “If it rains, we won’t melt.”
No sooner had the words left my mouth than clouds draped over the treetops like a suffocating blanket. A drop hit my face, then another. The sky continued to darken.
When a chill wind started to gust, batting leaves against us, Sevastyan ordered me, “Stay close.” He started off, and I followed as he picked up speed, dodging around trees.
Lightning forked out above us, cold drizzle pinging my face. But this ride was exhilarating, made me feel so alive. I couldn’t remember the last time my heart had pounded like this.
Oh, yeah. In a maid’s closet fourteen days ago.
When lightning struck a tree not far in the distance, Alizay yanked against the bit, sidestepping. “Whoa, girl, easy. . . .” Exhilaration turned to apprehension.
Limbs raked my ponytail, pulling it from its fastening. Between the leaves and my whipping hair, I could barely see. Each bout of thunder grew closer. It sounded so much harsher than it did in Nebraska.
Sevastyan reined around and sped back for me. He seized my reins, forcing Alizay to trot alongside.
More lightning flashed overhead, and another bolt struck even closer. The drizzle turned to a freezing downpour with drops so big they thumped my head. The temperature felt like it was plummeting by the minute. Soon my breaths smoked through the curtain of rain.
Sevastyan narrowed his eyes in the direction of the stables. Then, as if making a command decision, he turned us in another direction.
Over the rumbling, I said, “The stables are the other way!”
“I’m getting you out of the lightning,” he called back, spurring his horse.
Onward we rode. In movies, getting caught in the rain with a hot guy was always sexy. I was freezing, certain I looked like a drenched cat, and terrified of being electrocuted. To add insult to injury, my riding pants were creeping up my ass by uncomfortable degrees.
Once we emerged from the edge of the woods, the rain was so thick that I could barely make out a house in the distance. As we neared, I saw it was about as large as the bungalow I’d shared with Jess. The rough-hewn style—exposed-beam walls and a wood-shingled roof—was completely different from every other structure I’d seen at Berezka.
To the side was an overhang for the horses. By the time we dismounted under the roof, my legs were so stiff that Sevastyan had to catch me. Steadying me on my feet, he barked, “Inside.”
Leaving him to take care of the horses, I entered the windowless interior. I removed my soaked gloves, rubbing my hands for warmth as I glanced around me. The overcast light coming from the doorway illuminated a quaintly rustic room.