Amy J. - Wife For Hire

She frowned when she pulled into the spot nearest the house and realized her car was missing. Climbing out, she shooed the girls inside and went to the trunk for the groceries. She had two sacks in her arms when Nash, on a beautiful chestnut stallion, rode down from the hill. He stopped on the edge of the driveway, and she tried not to notice how sexy he looked.

“Where’s my car?” she asked.

“I had it towed.”

Her gaze narrowed and she cocked her head. “Excuse me?”

“It’s a piece of junk and dangerous, Hayley.”

“And it’s my piece of junk, not yours.”

“If you’re worried about your things, I had them delivered to your room.”

How good of His Lordship, she thought. “It’s my car, Nash.”

His brow knitted. “Lurlene is held together with tape, panty hose and gum, darlin’. Give her a decent burial and get another.”

“If I could afford one, don’t you think I would be driving it?”

“I’ll buy you one, then.”

Instantly she dumped the bags back in the trunk. “Get down off that horse so I can yell at you right proper.” She pointed to the ground in case he misunderstood.

Smothering a smile, he swung down, tugging the fingers of his gloves as he walked closer.

She was in his face. “I don’t need your charity, Nash Rayburn. And I resent the hell out of you taking charge of my car.”

“If you want it back, I’ll just make a call.”

Her anger withered a bit. “Yes, I do. You do that. Right now.”

He nudged his hat back. “I was only trying to help.”

“You were manipulating. Doing what you damn well please because you have the money. Here’s a novel approach,” she said, wide-eyed and sarcastic. “How about asking me how I feel?”

“You would have said no.”

“But you went ahead, pretty as you please.”

“I can’t have you driving that thing.”

His superior look made her want to kick him. “Why? An embarrassment to you?”

“No, dammit, you could get hurt.”

She held his gaze steadily, yet her voice wavered. “Any more than I already have been shouldn’t matter to you, Nash.”

She turned away and grabbed the grocery bags, sidestepping out of his reach when he tried to help.

“Hayley!”

“Don’t talk to me till Lurlene is sitting next your stuck-up sedan!”

She didn’t talk to him. She wouldn’t even acknowledge him at dinner until the tow truck pulled away. And then she just gave him a “Don’t try that again or you’ll be sorry” glare and headed into the house, his five-year-old traitors tucked by her side.

He looked at the rusted blue two-door coupe. Then he kicked it. The bumper fell off the back.

“I saw that!” came a voice from the house, and Nash had to smile. Having Hayley Albright around certainly made life interesting. Again.

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