Connelly's Flame
“Dezarae went in the house and got cleaned up while Jeb stayed away from her tempting body.
As he sat beside her in the old vehicle, he watched her out of the corner of his eye. Her face was the picture of total concentration on navigating them safely the twenty mile trip to town. She hadn’t looked him in the eyes since she ran from the garage.
She wore a softly-colored patchwork sweatshirt and another pair of hip-hugging jeans. Her coat was in the backseat along with the one of her father’s that she lent him. Dezarae had her thick black hair pulled back away from her face, allowing him easy access to her side profile.
Please don’t let me find out I’m married. His stormy gaze looked out the window as the passing landscape. Why won’t she talk to me?
“If I apologize for my actions in the garage, will you talk to me?” Jeb broke the silence that still teemed with sexual tension.
With a brief glance at her passenger, Dezarae sighed.
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