A Buckhorn Bachelor (10 page)

He hesitated, but finally asked, “What does?”

Putting her nose in the air, Honor stared into his beautiful brown eyes. “I haven't even finished moving in, and already I dislike my neighbor.”

On that parting remark, she turned and strode away. But her heart was thumping and her hands felt clammy and her stomach hurt.

She was never that rude.
What in the world got into me?

Right before she reached the truck she glanced over her shoulder and saw Jason still standing there, hands on his hips, that laser-like gaze boring into her.

Damn it. She turned to fully face him. “Jason?”

His chin notched up in query.

“I apologize. I didn't mean it.” Immediately she felt better—even with Lexie now laughing at her.

Jason's hands fell to his sides and he dropped his head forward. She saw his shoulders moving.

Laughing? She wasn't sure.

But she smiled and started to turn away again.

“Honor.”

She peeked at him and found his hands were back on his hips.

“You're still trouble, no doubt about it. But if you need anything, let me know.”

Sure. When hell froze over. She smiled sweetly, waved and finally got in the truck.

Copyright © 2016 by Lori Foster

ISBN-13: 9781460397664

A Buckhorn Bachelor

Copyright © 2016 by Lori Foster

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