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would need, Miss Sensible was still
badgering her. She didn’t let up once she arrived home or while
Betsy changed her clothes. She persisted as Betsy loaded up the
small basket she carried with her back outside.
    Betsy strapped the basket to the backend of
her motorcycle seat and mounted her ride before Miss Sensible gave
up and wasn’t heard from again until Betsy coasted to a stop at her
destination.
    The instant old Betsy came into view,
Betsy’s pulse quickened. When she coasted to a stop behind the
truck, Miss Sensible returned insisting she turn around and head
for cover before it was too late. But it was already too late.
Hiding would not fill the gaping hole deep within her. Only Skylar
could do that.
    Invisible fingers tickled Betsy from head to
foot as she collected the basket from her bike and started making
her way through the path of flattened weeds. She trekked over the
ground and climbed the hill effortlessly in comparison to the other
day. But today she was wearing her hiking boots and had already
absorbed the shock of losing her land.
    As Betsy stepped upon the peak of the hill,
Skylar approached from the other side. The mere sight of him took
her breath away. He still wore the trousers to his suit. But the
jacket and tie were gone and his shirt was unbuttoned to the middle
of his chest.
    A blazing burst of heat stormed through
Betsy as she imagined running her fingers over the smoothness of
that muscled and tanned chest.
    When his long legs suddenly braked, Betsy
gazed up into magnificent blue eyes. Their stare held for what
seemed an eternity of pure bliss before the magical moment was
broken when Skylar blinked. His mouth spread into a big smile that
showed flawless white teeth.
    “You came.” His words were said as if the
surprise of seeing her left him too stunned to think of anything
else to say.
    The void within Betsy was already flooding
over the edges with fullness. “I came,” she said, still gazing at
him in a trance-like state.
    The magical moment of silence made Betsy
feel weightless. Her fingers let go of their firm hold on the
handle of the picnic basket. When it smashed down on her toe, it
wasn’t pain, but built in reflexes that made her move, breaking the
spell.
    “Ouch,” came from Skylar’s mouth on impact.
And it was he who quickly lifted the basket off her toe.
    “You okay?” he asked.
    The genuine concern in his voice soothed the
thumping sensation in Betsy’s big toe.
    “Didn’t feel a thing,” she said and smiled,
deciding her next pair of hiking boots would have steel toes.
    Skylar’s smile reflected relief. He swung
the basket up to his face and raised a corner of the lid. “What
have we got here anyway?”
    “I figured you’d skip dinner when you
mentioned coming up here to work.”
    “You do seem to make a lot of assumptions
about me, Betsy.”
    The sudden change in his mood alerted Betsy
something troubled him. Could it be her boldness? Had he made other
dinner plans for later and hesitated telling her? Had he taken her
up on her suggestion and called Stephanie? If so, he didn’t have to
feel embarrassed for her. Her impulsive behavior had gotten her
into this awkward position and would get her out.
    “Well I won’t be making any more,” she
declared, snatching the basket from his hand and turning on her
heels to leave.
    In spite of her quickness, Skylar moved
faster and grasped hold of her arm and spun her back around,
pulling her against him.
    “Your assumption wasn’t wrong, Betsy. I
haven’t eaten yet.”
    His voice had come to her in a husky
whisper. Her flare up of anger was replaced with a raging fire of
desire that was burning out of control when Skylar stepped back
from her.
    “Bringing me dinner was a nice gesture. But
I don’t have time to eat right now.”
    “I see,” Betsy stated, but she didn’t. And
the snapping and cracking fire of passion was replaced with anger.
The man was absolutely impossible. One minute he was warm,