Chapter Nine
Frustration. Unrelenting frustration. The kind that made Thea want to pull out her hair and howl. She looked in her rearview mirror to make sure that Greg’s SUV was still on her tail as they headed down the farm entrance road.
Why on earth would that self-absorbed, arrogant attorney suddenly get it into his head to come down here and check on her? She had never given him the slightest impression that he was anything but a business friend. They’d only ever had dinner together when their projects made work discussions over a meal convenient. She had always kept him at arm’s length, like everyone else at work, walking that line between maintaining a solid business relationship and not allowing anything close to a romantic one to develop.
But here he was. Why? What did he want?
