Page 10 of A Sinful Trap

“Find someone else.”

“What? No. There is no one else.” When he didn’t respond, she took a step closer. “Based on my research, you’re the opposite of a prude. And if you take away the tourists, Sedona is a very small town. The pool of kissable people is a puddle. There’s bound to be some personal and professional crossover. It doesn’t mean she isn’t great at her job.”

He muttered something under his breath, walking out the door without another word.

“So, I’ll phone her in the morning,” she called as he disappeared down the stone path and into the night.

She shut the door and turned the lock, spinning on the spot to slump back against it. That was…something that could never happen again.

He was beyond tempting, but way too complicated. Whatever that was, it was guaranteed to mess up all of her plans.

“Forget it, spider,” she murmured as she stared up toward the once-again silent attic. “Someone took a wrong turn today, because this isn’t happening.”

No matter how much she wished it could.

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