Helen Lacey - A Fortunes Of Texas Christmas

“That’s not what I said.” She rolled her eyes and exhaled. “You really do think a lot of yourself. Must be freakin’ exhausting.”

He laughed again. Damn, she was intoxicating. “Why don’t you have a boyfriend?”

Her gaze sharpened. “That’s none of your business.”

“Touchy subject?” he asked, easing up on the reins a little.

“No,” she snapped back. “I did. I don’t have one now.”

“Messy breakup?”

She shrugged. “Aren’t breakups usually messy? Unless you’re one of those people who never lets anyone get too close because you’re a commitmentphobe.”

It was a deliberate verbal punch. “You’ve been reading the gossip mags.” He chuckled. “Don’t believe everything you see in print.”

“Ever had a long-term relationship?”

Bang. No beating around the bush. “No.”

“My point exactly,” she said and clicked her mare forward. “Afraid of commitment.”

She rode off ahead, urging the horse into a slow canter, and Amersen held his mount back, mesmerized by the picture she evoked. Her body moved in unison with the horse, her hips floating back and forth in a steady rhythm that was unbelievably erotic to observe. She rode as though she had been born in the saddle, her movements fluid and easy, and Amersen’s blood heated. He’d never considered himself much of a voyeur, but watching Robin was like a narcotic—utterly addictive.

Transfixed, he took a few moments to pull his thoughts together and then followed, clicking the gelding forward. The animal was smooth and responsive and it didn’t take long for him to move up behind her.

“I’m not,” he said when he reached her, so turned on that he lost his balance for a second.

She reached out immediately and took hold of one rein, steadying the horse as he scrambled to regain his seat. Amersen cursed under his breath and quickly got himself under control.

“You’re not what?” she asked, releasing the rein.

“Afraid of commitment,” he replied.

“Yet you admit you’ve never had a serious relationship. And you’re, what?” she queried. “Twenty-five? Seems a little odd, that’s all.”

“Afraid of commitment and odd,” he said, his mouth twisting. “My list of flaws is growing by the second.”

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