"Not to mention the pilot being a lot better looking than either of you." Dixie swished her tail and flicked one ear. Mort, following on a lead, snorted. To Genny it seemed as if both the horse and the mule were telling her what a fool she was. They weren't telling her anything she didn't know. For two weeks she had been wondering what she could have done differently, that day at the Rock and Rye. She could still feel the chill from Rock after she pushed him away. He had gone from fiery to absolute zero in a single breath. And his snarled accusation, that she had deliberately teased, then called a halt to his embrace, had stung as deeply as had his icy demeanor. She had not been teasing him! Well, yes, she had. She had been flirting, but never--not in a thousand years--had she ever expected her sassy flirtation to lead to the raw emotion that had flared between them at Rock's first kiss. She had expected him to reciprocate, to play along with, perhaps, some sexy repartee.
