God knew he didn’t want to leave. But he saw the distrust—along with the passion—in her eyes. He knew he’d helped plant it there, but it hurt nonetheless. He wanted her, but he wanted her after she knew everything. Not now. Not when she was still swimming in confusion. Not when she was trying to find her way. She was vulnerable, and he was damned if he was going to use that. But he wanted to. Oh, how he’d wanted to ravish her then and there. He’d also wanted to kiss away the doubt in her eyes. The questions. He knew it was all wrong. And he’d broken away, though it took every ounce of his strength, his willpower. So he sat in the cab of his pickup, thinking about how much he wanted to knock on her door and go inside. Instead, he started the pickup and drove out of the resort parking lot. He hated the damned place. It was one of the causes of Cullen’s sudden desire to sell the Sunset. Cullen had poured everything he had into the Quest. If rumors were true, he was near bankruptcy.
