Ashton’s Secret Excerpt:
Heart hammering, Meghan stared at the bike, torn between returning to the loft to demand information about its owner and letting common sense rule. The man was already angry with her. Approaching him now with a barrage of questions could only be a losing proposition. Hew own state of mind wasn’t so hot, either. She might have more success if she gave them both time to calm down.
Forcing herself to leave the barn, she spied a battered pickup parked on the street. The license plate had been issued in Texas. The truck’s cooling engine pinged at her acusingly. She recalled Hawkinson’s unkempt appearance, the exhaustion she’d seen in his face.
No wonder he’d been in no mood to entertain her curiosity. He’d obviously been on the road a few days.
Her timing stank. Meghan looked up and down the maple-and-oak-lined street, her disappointment at her latest failure to obtain information about Hawk leaving her feeling as wilted as an unwatered plant. The weather channel predicted another week of record high June temperatures for western New York. More bad timing. She sighed. At least the air wasn’t steaming with humidity, like it was in D.C. Just oven-hot and relentlessly dry.
The hairs on the back of her neck prickled. She knew without looking that Nicholas Hawkinson stood at the loft door, watching her. The sensation of dark eyes burning into her back made her want to turn around and wave out of spite, but she didn’t. She couldn’t antagonize the man, not when she needed his answers.
She broke into a smile, imagining the look on his face when he realized she was staying in the bungalow across the street.
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