Hessa and Rafiq from Hessa's Fire
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She bristled.
He had no right to be angry
with her.
Her knuckles were practically drained of blood with the death grip she’d
kept on the steering wheel, but she peeled her fingers from the steering wheel,
unfastened the seatbelt and climbed from the small, red car, slamming the
driver’s door shut behind her with a resounding thud. She stormed toward the
tall, broad-shouldered man, her ire rising with each step.
“Of all the idiotic, stupid stunts to pull—”
Their eyes connected and Hessa instantly regretted it. Nervous heat
flared in her chest and a long-forgotten desire surged to life between her
thighs. She took an involuntary step backward and reached for her engagement
ring with trembling fingers.
Matthew had only been dead six months.
She shouldn’t be aware of another man on such a cellular level or want
to bury her nose in his skin. Or notice how tightly his black riding breeches
hugged his lean, muscular thighs or how his white polo shirt outlined his broad
chest and taut, tapering waist.
The urge to turn and run overwhelmed her, but those dark, powerful orbs locked her into place with searing intensity. It was the last thing Hessa expected and the last thing she wanted.
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