Soaring On Love. Joy Avery
“But you’re probably right. Staying a week is probably a bad idea.” When Roth laughed, she shot him a disapproving look. “What’s so funny?”
He shook his head. “Nothing.”
“What?” she repeated, adding a hint of bass to her voice as if it would force this rugged man to yield to her demand for information.
“You’re delaying the inevitable, Tressa,” he said plainly.
Delaying the inevitable? Inwardly, she sighed. Of course, they were back on the engagement party again. “I’m not delaying anything, Roth. I’m—”
“Running?”
Tressa shot him a narrow-eyed gaze. “Excuse me?”
He flashed his palm. “You know what? It’s none of my business.”
“You’re right. It’s not any of your business. So please stick to designing airplanes and refrain from trying to analyze me.” She rolled her eyes and stalked off. Running? Ha. The nerve of him to make such an outlandish assessment simply because she wanted to enjoy the beauty of the mountains. Just like a damn man.
Running.
She wasn’t running from anything. She planned to face her situation head-on, but not until she was ready.
A few steps from Roth’s SUV the lights blinked twice, letting her know he’d unlocked the vehicle. Yanking the door open, she hurled herself inside. A second later the doors locked and Roth activated the auto-start feature. It wasn’t long before warm air blew through the vents, and she closed them in protest, then laughed at herself. The only one who would suffer if she froze to death would be her.
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