Allison Leigh

A Fortune's Texas Reunion


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it up an inch before he slowly closed his hand around hers. His fingers were long, his palm warm. “Glad to be of service—” he waited half a beat “—Georgia.”

      Something in her chest went tight. His emerald eyes were once again soft and warm and vaguely mossy.

      She moistened her lips and slowly pulled her hand away.

      It was probably a good thing that he was biased against people with her last name. Everything else about him would just make for complications.

      She preferred short, simple and uncomplicated.

      Moistening her lips again, she grabbed her little purse and overnighter from where they sat on the ground near the ambulance.

      Aside from it, the tow truck and the sheriff’s SUV, there was only one other vehicle sitting on the side of the road, and Georgia immediately started to cross the road toward it.

      “Whoa, there.” A hand grabbed her arm, hauling her up short, and she jerked, looking up at Pax.

      Her heart simply thudded. That’s all there was to it. And it had nothing to do with the car accident. It was all him.

      “Better watch where you’re going,” he said mildly, and she realized that a fast-moving car was approaching.

      It slowed only minimally as it passed them, and only when it was gone again did Pax let go of her arm.

      She hugged her meager belongings to her chest. “You’re right. I had better watch where I’m going.” Then she finally managed to pull her eyes away from his and she jogged across the once-again empty two-lane highway to her brother’s rented SUV.

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