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That familiar woodsy scent assaulted her...much like the man himself had when he’d kissed her a few weeks ago.
Could such a full-on assault of the senses be called something so simple as a kiss? He’d consumed her from the inside out. He’d had her body responding within seconds and left her aching and wanting more than she should.
Catalina kept her back turned, knowing full well who stood behind her. She’d managed to avoid running into him, though he visited his father more and more lately. At this point, a run-in was inevitable.
She much preferred working for James instead of Patrick, but now that James was married, he didn’t stay here anymore and Patrick did. Catalina had zero tolerance for Patrick and the fact that she worked directly for him now only motivated her more to finish saving up to get out of Alma once and for all. And the only reason she was working for Patrick was because she needed the money. She knew she was well on her way to leaving, so going to work for another family for only a few months didn’t seem fair.
Years ago her mother had moved on and still worked for a prestigious family in Alma. Cat prayed her time here with Patrick was coming to an end, too.
But for now, she was stuck here and she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about that kiss. Will had silently taken control of her body and mind in the span of just a few heated moments, and he’d managed to thrust her directly into their past to the time when they’d dated.
Unfortunately, when he’d broken things off with her, he’d hurt her more than she cared to admit. Beyond leaving her when she hadn’t even seen it coming, he’d gone so far as to say it had all been a mistake. His exact words, which had shocked her and left her wondering how she’d been so clueless. Catalina wouldn’t be played for a fool and she would never be his “mistake” again. She had more pride than that...even if her heart was still bruised from the harsh rejection.
Even if her lips still tingled at the memory of their recent kiss.
Catalina continued to pick up random antique trinkets on the built-in bookshelves as she dusted. She couldn’t face Will, not just yet. This was the first encounter since that night three weeks ago. She’d seen him, he’d purposely caught her eye a few times since then, but he’d not approached her until now. It was as if the man enjoyed the torture he inflicted upon her senses.
“You work too hard.”
That voice. Will’s low, sultry tone dripped with sex appeal. She didn’t turn around. No doubt the sight of him would still give her that swift punch of lust to the gut, but she was stronger now than she used to be...or she’d been stronger before he’d weakened her defenses with one simple yet toe-curling kiss.
“Would that make you the pot or the kettle?” she asked, giving extra attention to one specific shelf because focusing on anything other than this man was all that was holding her sanity together.
His rich laughter washed over her, penetrating any defense she’d surrounded herself with. Why did her body have to betray her? Why did she find herself drawn to the one man she shouldn’t want? Because she hadn’t forgotten that he’d recently been the chosen one to wed Bella Montoro. Bella’s father had put out a false press release announcing their engagement, but of course Bella fell for James instead and Will ended up single. James had informed Cat that Bella and Will were never actually engaged, but still. With Will single now, and after that toe-curling kiss, Cat had to be on her guard. She had too much pride in herself to be anybody’s Plan B.
“That spot is clean.” His warm, solid hand slid easily onto her shoulder. “Turn around.”
Pulling in a deep breath, Catalina turned, keeping her shoulders back and her chin high. She would not be intimidated by sexy good looks, flawless charm and that knowing twinkle in Will’s eye. Chemistry wouldn’t get her what she wanted out of life...all she’d end up with was another broken heart.
“I have a lot on my list today.” She stared at his ear, trying to avoid those piercing aqua eyes. “Your dad should be in his den if you’re looking for him.”
“Our business is already taken care of.” Will’s hand dropped, but he didn’t step back; if anything, he shifted closer. “Now you and I are going to talk.”
“Which is just another area where we differ,” she retorted, skirting around him to cross in front of the mantel and head to the other wall of built-in bookcases. “We have nothing to discuss.”
Of course he was right behind her. The man had dropped her so easily four years ago yet in the past few weeks, he’d been relentless. Perhaps she just needed to be more firm, to let him know exactly where she stood.
