Page 18 of Be My Bride

Nice chest. Tiny waist.

Flared hips. The kind of behind that begs to be smacked.

“She’s searching for something serious. That’s why she hired us. She’s not your type.”

“I know that too.”

“But you still want her.”

I stare straight ahead without answering.

Sharon’s face pops into mind. Her dull blue eyes. Her bright smile.

My heart shatters.

What do I want? Hell if I even know what that is anymore.

“Hansley…”

“I’m not your client, Tierra,” I say firmly.

“You’re getting defensive. Which proves I’m on to something.”

“You’re pushing.”

“It was just a question.”

“With you, things are never that simple.” I glance at her.

“You caught me.”

The highway blurs outside the windshield. Black skies make room for orange and purple light shed from lampposts.

I suck in a deep breath. Let it out.

Asia’s caught in my head like those little burrs that used to get stuck on my socks when I visited my grandmother’s farm.

My head is still wrapped around her bright eyes and gorgeous smile.

The last time I felt this off-balance over a woman was…

It was the day I realized I had feelings for Shar.

There’s no way I’m going back there.

None.

Especially not with a girl I’ll never see again.

My eyes slide away from the road to find Tierra. “Don’t bother.”

“What?”

“Trying to change me.”

“Why? You don’t think you’re capable of settling down?”

“I’m capable.” I leave one hand on the steering wheel. “I just don’t want to.”

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