Isabel walked to the car in a daze. Hoard's simple confidence left her feeling confused and weak in the knees. How could he be so sure she'd want to marry him? Did he think she was falling in love with him? She shook her head to clear the thought, but it was caught in her mind.
There's no way he could believe that I love him, she thought. I hate him. Even a man as arrogant as he is couldn't mistake hate for love.
He opened the passenger door for her and helped her settle into the leather seat. He brushed his lips gently across her cheek and then he crossed to take his seat in the car. Her heart fluttered in her chest.
I do hate him, right? she thought. She thought of his arrogance and possessiveness, his jealousy and his icy moods, his cold gaze and his haughty sneer. But
