She’d tossed and turned for hours before falling asleep, her mind racing and her body throbbing. The kiss in the stable had been an excellent start to her plan, but her reaction… God, there was no way she could have planned that. But then, he could kiss so well he should come with a warning label! She dressed in another shorts-and-vest combination, ruefully folding away the legs of her light-brown hiking slacks, which she’d hacked off with her nail scissors to turn them into hot pants. They lay buried deep in her backpack, a tangible testament to her manipulativeness, on top of the olive-green remnants from the day before. She’d liked those shorts! Still, Mason’s reaction had been all she could have wished for. She’d watched him from under her lowered eyelashes as she climbed off the bed and stretched, and she’d seen the desire flash across his face as she flaunted her body. Today it was even more important to keep him wanting her. This was the day she would convince him that her feelings had changed.
