Can she forgive him?
New release today! Betrayed is so intense, fun, and romantic. Can she forgive him for killing her only brother? Will she believe her brother was trying to murder her cousin or will she give up on love and stay loyal to her family?
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Emery was distracted from all the angst and questions by the pressing question of why a tough guy cowboy would have a pretty boy car.
“Okay, all the macho man vehicles and toys fit,” she said. “I have to admit I love the Harley, but … a Tesla?”
Greer folded his arms across his chest and shrugged, a slight smile on his face. That face and upper body were impressive. Not that she was looking at him like that, or could ever be drawn to him. “Fun car.”
She laughed. “A fun car? What if I went to … your town, wherever that is, and told all the pretty girls that the tough, masculine cowboy Greer Delta drives an electric car?”
“Nobody would believe you.” His slight smile turned into a smirk.
“Nobody would believe that Macho Man who can wrestle a steer to the ground is really a sissy who drives a Tesla and wears pink underpants?” She pressed her lips together. She was acting like one of her fourth-graders, but even worse, she was teasing with this man who should’ve been her enemy. He was her enemy. She needed to stop telling him he was tough and macho. Her tongue was always a mess. She had to somehow control it around this man.
He stared at her for half a second and then he laughed. It was a rich, deep chuckle that was so melodious and infectious she couldn’t stop herself from laughing with him. They laughed together for a few seconds. It was freeing and fun and … what was she doing laughing with this murderer? She abruptly stopped laughing and stared at him.
He stopped laughing as well, but he was still smiling.
“Sorry,” she said, suddenly unable to meet his gaze, so she focused on the Tesla. “For a second there, I forgot …” Her neck got hot, and she had no clue how she was going to keep up this façade. She’d forgotten who and what he was.
“About your ex chasing you,” he prompted softly.
She let out a breath and made herself meet his blue eyes. She nodded quickly. “Yeah.”
He studied her with compassion. “You’re safe here,” he said in a husky voice that just shouted protection.
Safe here from who? She wasn’t sure who Greer believed he was protecting her from or who she needed protection from. The confusion was back and giving her a headache. Before she could tell him she was exhausted and beg him for a drink of water and a place to sleep, he quirked an eyebrow and asked, “Pink underpants?”
“I’ll keep your secrets if you keep mine.”
He smiled slightly, but then it disappeared. He studied her so intently she was certain he would tell her he knew she was lying, haul her to some Delta family torture chamber, and have them dissect her brain for information.
“Your secrets are safe,” he said.
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