Who's Cheatin' Who?

“Fair enough. What about my mentor program?”

“You’ve got the go-ahead on it. I want to sit in when you interview each student.”

“Agreed.”

“So, what about the job?”

“I’ll take it.” Automatically she stuck out a hand.

Marcus’s gaze flicked downward, then rose slowly to meet hers. “Remember what happened the last time we shook hands?”

Thoughts of that torrid kiss shot heat straight up Melanie’s spine. Flexing her fingers, she lowered her hand to her side. And pasted on a cool smile.

“According to Spanish custom, we sealed our friendship.”

His answering smile was not much more than a faint curve of his mouth but there was an intimate, knowing quality to it that sent a frisson of excitement along every nerve ending in her body.

He crossed his arms over his broad chest. “So, tell me, friend, when do you want to start work?”

“Tomorrow. I’ll go home now to tell my parents and grandfather that I’m coming to work for you. Then I’ll pack my things.”

“All right.” He glanced at his watch. “I need to get back to the stables.”

“I’d like to look around here again and make some notes on how much storage space is available. I’ll lock the door behind me.”

She waited until Marcus strode out of the room, then turned to collect her jacket off the dresser.

Working with the man was not going to be a problem, she told herself. Because she wouldn’t allow it to be.

Melanie glanced into the mirror and stared at her reflection. “Liar,” she whispered.