Wedding Fever. Lee Wilkinson

than willing.’

      Her face flamed. Unable to deny the charge, she said tightly, ‘But then I had no idea what you were really like.’

      ‘And you didn’t stop to find out. You weren’t prepared to even listen, let alone trust me.’

      The accusation was full of anger and contempt. In that instant she knew that if he had any feeling for her now, it was hatred.

      Well, that made them equal, she thought bitterly.

      He lifted broad shoulders in a shrug. ‘However, that’s all in the past. It’s the future I’m concerned with, and what I want from you now doesn’t include trust.’

      ‘What do you want from me?’

      ‘Nothing you haven’t already given me.’

      That sardonic statement made her blood run cold. ‘If you think—’

      ‘I think we’d better get going,’ he broke in crisply, ‘before we lose our table.’