Progress was being made. She’d finally accepted he had specific ideas of how a woman should be treated, and indulged him.Not that her stubbornness allowed her to give him his way easily. She’d balked when he demanded his date not spend a penny. The vibrant cloth won her over. She really wanted the imported fabric and reluctantly allowed him to get out his wallet.He joined her on the sidewalk. “Hungry?”“A little.” Her phone rang, and she laid her hand on his stomach. “Hang on a sec. One of my clients promised to call me this afternoon, so I need to take this.”She pulled her cell out of her purse and frowned at the display before answering. “Hello?”Her back stiffened against his hand. He gazed down at her.“No, Colby. I’ve told you, it’s over.” She stepped away from Trent. “I don’t have time for this right now.” She paused. “Yes, I’m working. Stop calling.”Concern had him following her. He put his hand against hers and brought the phone off her ear.
