Page 91 of Winter's Scorching Kisses
“Don’t stare at me.”
“I find it hard not to when my eyes are always pulled towards you.”
She watched as his onyx eyes moved over to the mess that must be her hair. Quickly, she raised her hands and tried her best to tame her hair. “I must be a sight.”
“I like you with your hair all mussed.” A grin was plastered over his lips.
“If you’re teasing me, it’s not very nice.” Adorra gave up on her hair.
“Do I need to prove to you how very appealing your mussed hair is every morning?” Mathar winked at her. “Because if that’s so then I’d be very pleased to do that.” He rolled on top of her.
“Oh!” She pummeled his chest with her fists until he relented and rolled back onto his back. “Wicked man!”
He grinned like a boy as he sent her a wink. He rested an arm over her waist, and she ran her hands over the fine hairs on his forearm.
“I’ve been thinking about my sister and what she’s told me.” Adorra glanced over at him and noticed the smile had faded. A serious look had overcome his face as he watched her.
“What exactly are you speaking of?”
“She kept insisting that there must have been signs that Edmund wasn’t the man I thought he was.” She shook her head. “But I have no memories of him being anything other than a kind suitor and fiancé.”
Mathar nodded. “She’s right. If he was plotting your death, there had to be signs of what he was plotting.”
“But I can’t think of anything.” Adorra was growing frustrated with everyone being so certain about this.
“Close your eyes,” Mathar instructed her.
“My eyes?” She raised an eyebrow wondering if he was planning something wicked.
“Close your eyes.” His hand came up and motioned her to close her eyelids.
She relented and closed her eyes as he wished.
“Now let your mind relax and think back.”
Adorra giggled. “This sounds ridiculous.”
“Do you want to remember something or not?”
“I do.” She wanted to know if there’d been something that she could’ve missed. She’d been in love with Edmund and nothing had seemed to be wrong with him. She wasn’t certain they’d find anything, but her sister was so adamant about Edmund’s involvement in Jasmine’s disappearance.
“Think back, remember the man you knew, who you fell in love with.”
Mathar couldn’t believe he was doing this. He had no idea what he was talking about, but he hoped that by getting her to talk she might remember something more about this man who she so dearly wanted to call husband.
“When you first met him, what was it that attracted you to him?” He wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to know her answer. It was strange, but he was finding himself jealous of a dead man.
“The sparkle in his eye and the fact that he wouldn’t give up on courting me. He had such a passion for me…” She trailed off.
“And?” He pressed.
“I always found it strange. There were many women more beautiful than myself?”
Mathar snorted, and she cracked an eye to look at him.
“Sorry,” he apologized as he noticed she’d opened her eyes, “I find that hard to believe. You are stunning.”
“Flattery will only get you so far.”
