She didn’t understand what he found wrong with her, why he was angry. In sheer self-defence, she broke the shattering flow from him by bending over to pick up her bag. He beat her intention by grabbing the straps ahead of her.
“I’ll carry it for you,” he said gruffly.
She didn’t argue. In fact, she snatched her hand back from making any contact with his. When he set off for the parking area where he’d left the jeep, she lagged a pace behind, struggling with a mountain of emotional confusion. She wasn’t sure she wanted to go with him or be connected to him for any length of time.
Rejection hurt.
She’d been there before.
All those months with Flynn…then to find him cheating with her best friend. It had made everything—absolutely everything—feel wrong.
She’d only just met Tony King but…anger started to burn, searing away the hurt. He had no right to treat her as though she was some kind of unwelcome intruder in his life. He could have vetoed his grandmother’s judgement and taken on one of the other applicants for the job of chef. She shouldn’t be fretting over what he might perceive as wrong with her. The fault obviously lay in him.
She was fine.
His grandmother thought she was fine.
The crew of Duchess thought she was fine.
So there had to be something wrong with Tony King if he didn’t think she was fine.
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