Away from his touch. Away from temptation. Away from the realization that she liked how his hand felt against her skin. I need you… There was something startlingly intimate about the way he spoke the words. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had said that to her. Maybe never. Craig hadn’t needed her. And Noah Preston didn’t need her, either…not really. He just wanted her to teach his daughter to ride a horse. “I can’t.” He smiled. “Yes, you can.” God, he was relentless. Callie lifted her chin. “I said I can’t.” “She’ll be on her best behavior,” he said. Callie expelled a heavy breath. “Even if she is, I’m not—” “Is your unwillingness actually about Lily?” he interrupted her. “Or something else?” Her heart quickened. “Like what?” He looked at her. Really looked. Callie felt compelled to turn her gaze away, but she didn’t. Couldn’t. She’d never felt this kind of intensity with anyone before. She’d spent years convincing herself she didn’t want it.
