She was pleased with her success and after she bade the group goodbye, she was packing up her materials when someone walked back into the room.
“Conrad, did you forget something?”
“Yes.” He crossed to her and sat on the edge of her desk close to her. Too close to her. “Let’s go on a date, honey. I can show you a good time.”
Scarlet had been hit on before, but not in one of her classes. “Get off the desk, Conrad.”
“Not until you agree.”
“For one, you’re being way too aggressive. And second, I don’t date people I meet in class. It’s unprofessional.”
“Come on. You’re into hypnosis. You have to be liberal and maybe even a little wild.” His tone got sleazy.
She picked up her things, swung the computer bag over her shoulder, then moved in closer to him. And sank the point of her heel into his instep.
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Chapter 4
On the drive back to the farm in midafternoon, Joe was upbeat. When he arrived at the entrance, he tried hard not to check out Scarlet’s place, but as usual his eyes drifted across the road.
He stopped the car. She was poetry in motion as she sat astride Stanley and galloped around the property with that flaming red hair blowing free in the wind.
If he concentrated real hard, he could feel its silkiness on his fingers. So caught up in that, he didn’t realize she was coming toward him.
He looked up at her. “Hi.”
“Hi. I saw you stop.”
“I was watching you.”
“I know. I could feel it.”
“Damn it, Scarlet.”
“Yeah, I cursed for a full five minutes while I was riding.” She arched a brow. “My language was more colorful than yours.”
She moved the horse back a few feet and dismounted. She looked cute in stirrup pants, a white blouse and a red vest.
He got out of the car.
“Did Seth get off to school?”
“Yeah. Third grade. How did that happen?”
“I’ll bet it was hard for you.”
“Every single year it is. I love that little tyke.”
“Me, too.” Her eyes widened. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No, it’s fine.” He turned and leaned into the car. When he pulled back out, he handed her the box.
“What’s this?”
“I went to the farm market co-op I’m planning to join. It was for sale at a booth, your favorite, chocolate walnut fudge.”
“Joe.”
