Bewitching the Reclusive Billionaire Cowboy Read Free

disposable phones so no one would find Regina’s number.
    She tried to study the man beside her without being too obvious. To her, he was huge, tall, with broad shoulders and dark-brown hair that brushed his shoulders. His scent was all male, a combination of woods and a hint of musk and leather, an intoxicating mixture. But it was his eyes that made her heart trip faster. They were a deep, dark blue like the ocean toward sunset. He wore jeans and a gray shirt, and he was tanned like he spent time outdoors.
    “Well, what do you think?”
    “I don’t know what you mean.”
    His sexy mouth curved up into a half smile. “Sure you do. You’ve been giving me the once-over.”
    She hated that she blushed easily. She felt the heat in her face.
    “If you’re going to blush, sweetheart, you might as well have a reason.” He bent across and brushed his firm lips over hers.
    She jerked back and faced the front of the plane. “People will see us.”
    “I hope so. If anyone is wondering about us they’ll think we’re lovers on vacation.”
    Lovers, just hearing the word come out of his mouth had her heart pounding and her lower body aching. What was wrong with her? Regina Piercy was known for her cool head. She did not fall over herself for any man.
    No man has excited me this much, ever. I’m afraid he may be as dangerous for my heart as the others hunting me are for my life.
    Regina heard his soft chuckle. He knew the effect he had on her. She was in way over her head with him. No doubt he had a lot more experience than she’d ever dreamed of. Well, she might have dreamed of meeting such a man, but those types of dreams didn’t usually come true. The seat-belt light came on. They were landing. Next came the car ride. How many hours would she be alone with him, breathing in his intoxicating scent, and aware of his sexy body so close?
    Graham led her to the car rental kiosk at the airport. This time he’d rented a luxury car, with soft seats, music, and all the other accompanying gadgets. He drove slowly out of the airport.
    “Help me watch. If you see the same car behind us for any length of time or see anything out of the ordinary, let me know.”
    “All right.” At least it would give her something to do besides think about him.
    “Set the music on whatever kind you like,” he added.
    “What do you like?”
    “Almost any kind, except hard rock. Guess I’m showing my age.” There went that half smile again.
    She watched out the window while he found his way to the interstate. Then for miles there were few cars on the road. None of them seemed interested in them. They either passed or fell way behind and out of sight.
    For something to do, she fiddled with the controls to the radio and found one that played classical music.
    “Is this too highbrow for you?” she asked and smiled.
    “Did my jeans give me away?” Then when she started to change the station, he reached across and moved her hand off the radio controls. “I like classical music. It’s one of my favorites. I’m not so hot for opera though.”
    “A cowboy who likes classical music. None of my cowboy heroes in the novels I read would admit to such a thing.”
    “You’re assuming I’m a cowboy. I’m definitely not a hero in a book, as you’ll find out after being around me a few days.”
    “You are a cowboy. It’s written all over you. If not, you have a great disguise.”
    “Darn, I should have worn my businessman suit.” He grinned, but he didn’t give away any information. She noticed they were riding straight northward.
    They stopped late that night at a motel off the highway and in a small town. Graham got them adjoining rooms. When he unlocked the first door, he waited for her to enter. He took one of her bags and his small one in with them. The desk clerk had given them the key to unlock the door to the other room. Graham put down the bags and opened the entry to the next bedroom.
    “Have your pick. But this door stays