CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“WALKER, WILL YOU SLOW down and let me explain?”
“There’s nothing for you to explain,” the infuriating love of my life snarled as he led Marley toward the stable.
“Yes, there is, you obstinate man! I want to tell you why I agreed to join Veronica’s team. I owe that much to—”
Walker whirled around so fast Marley did a startled little sideways dance. Silver eyes blasted me with cold that would be at home in the Arctic. “I’ve told you, there’s nothing you have to explain to me. You don’t owe me anything. Debt indicates an interest on the grantor’s part, and I assure you, I have no interest whatsoever in your actions.”
Ouch. That hurt, and how. Walker’s face was tight and hard, almost as hard as his eyes. I swallowed back a lump of pain and reminded myself that until he
