Page 56 of Sinful Enemy

I blushed, peering up at him through my long, dark lashes. “What does that have to do with it?”

“I heard that being pregnant with girls does that to the mother.”

“You heard?”

“Mm-hmm…”

“That’s an old wives’ tale.”

“We’ll see.”

“Are you ever going to tell me why you know so much about pregnancy?”

He grinned before setting his foot into the stirrup, pulling himself up onto Rebel. I backed away as he made a short click sound with his mouth, Rebel’s command to move, and off they went. Watching Ledger ride was a turn-on in and of itself. Seeing him wearing his black cowboy hat, riding boots, flannel, and jeans did all sorts of things to my pussy.

I pointed at my core. “You need to stop that.” Squirming, I shook it off until Ledger caught my attention again.

Riding along the fence, he trotted, jumping over a few fallen trees like it was the easiest thing in the world when it was far from it. The way Ledger could ride always impressed me. He was a sight for sore eyes.

With the breeze in his face and the sun on his skin, he was a vision. Exuding so much masculinity and dominance in a sexy and demanding way, he lured me without trying to, which wasn’t lost on me. It was hard to describe what I felt for him at that moment.

I missed him.

I missed him so fucking much.

I loathed to admit that, but I couldn’t lie anymore. The times I thought about him throughout the years were endless. Especially when I was with other men. It was one of the reasons I called off my engagement to Johnathan.

On paper, we were perfect for each other. He checked off every box and then some. We were together on and off for the past couple of years, and then, out of the blue, he asked me to marry him, and I said yes when I shouldn’t have.

The morning of his proposal tore through my mind like the horse Ledger was riding.

“I think it’s time I knock you up with some kids?” Johnathan remarked, catching me off guard as I dressed for a meeting downtown.

“I was thinking maybe four or five? I was an only child, so I definitely want us to have a huge family.”

I glanced over at him. “What?” I asked, stunned.

He reached into his pocket, pulling out what appeared to be a turquoise Tiffany jewelry box.

“Johnathan…”

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time, Hazel. I’ve had this ring for over a year. I bought it after we got back together the last time, and I’ve been waiting for the right day to ask you.”

He opened the box, and the biggest diamond I had ever seen sparkled bright against the light from the sun.

“Oh, wow…”

Within a second, he got down on one knee, and all I kept thinking was that I was basically naked, and he was proposing with a ring that wasn’t me. It had to be at least five karats, and that didn’t count all the diamonds around it and on the band. It was an opal shape. I hated that shape.

“Hazel Blakely, I love you. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife? Will you marry me, baby?”

I stared from the ring to him, then back to the ring again. My mind was a huge, jumbled mess. I didn’t know what to say or what to do.

Shouldn’t I just know? Wouldn’t it be instinctual to say yes? Wasn’t this what every girl wanted?

My heart beat rapidly, hammering in my head and making me feel dizzy. Light-headed.

“I don’t—”

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