And wasn’t she just superstitious enough to let Ted’s nonsense about this place send her into a tizzy? She studied the willow tree growing close to the Ohio’s bank, then the river itself, meandering around the bend, anything to keep from looking at Ted. Nope. She couldn’t get drawn into the warmth and sincerity she’d glimpsed in those wonderful gray eyes of his, nor could she acknowledge the mutual attraction simmering between them. Just thinking about getting close to a man gave her that familiar skin-crawling prickly sensation. Time to go. Still, what kind of man suggests you keep your finger on the nozzle of a can of pepper spray so he can take you somewhere? Someone pretty special, that’s who, and wasn’t it just too damn bad that she’d been wrecked for special? Plus, Ted was her boss. Never a good idea to blur that boundary. “I should head up to dinner. I don’t want to keep your aunt waiting.” Cory wrapped her arms around her middle and turned to leave. “Thanks for everything.
