Get over your phobia of rich men.
et over your phobia of rich men.Scarlett’s words drifted through her head. Over and over they echoed. Her hand felt cold without Carson’s in it, but that made no sense. It was almost July in California, and Adele didn’t normally get a chill anyway.
She fiddled with her phone while Carson got the air conditioning blowing in his fancy truck. “This is nice,” she said, reaching out to touch the dashboard in front of her.
“I bought it when I sold the ranch,” he said. “Believe me, it’s the nicest thing I’ve ever owned.”
She looked at the expansive space between them on the bench seat, wishing she’d been brave enough to slide over and sit next to him. Her heart bobbed up near the back of her throat for some reason, and she finally narrowed it down to the fact
