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breath. “What
is it I don’t get, cowboy?”
    He leaned down close so she wouldn’t miss a word. “I don’t
want you.”
    Olivia laughed. “I don’t believe that—not for a minute. I’ve
seen the way you look at me.” She poked his chest with her fingertip. “You want
me, Wyatt Stone. You just don’t want to want me.” She gave him a hard shove and
strode away from him.
    “Son of a bitch,” he roared and ran after her, stepping in
front of her. “Are you so sure about that?” She nodded. “Wrong. If I wanted
you, I’d have you.” He stepped back when she stepped closer to him, gazing up
at him. She grinned at him.
    “I know when a man wants me and you do, cowboy. You just won’t
go for it for some weird reason.”
    “You know when a man wants you, eh? So you’ve been with that
many, huh?” He smirked. “Are you telling me you’re a slut, Olivia?” Wyatt
wasn’t ready for the slap she gave him, and his head jerked back and a red-hot
heat stung his cheek.
    “That’s twice you’ve said something totally uncalled for.
What does it matter to you if I am, if you don’t want me?”
    “Maybe that’s why I don’t want you,” he said then swore when
he saw tears fill her eyes, but she quickly blinked them away. Christ, she has balls.
    “I hate you, Wyatt Stone and I’m so glad I finally see the
real you. Now get the fuck out of my way and don’t ever speak to me again.” She
marched around him, got into her vehicle, and drove off. He stood in the street
staring after her.
    This was just great. How were they going to be around each
other now, when she hated him? Their family threw them together constantly.
They had no clue about how Wyatt felt. Getting involved with Olivia would tear
him apart again. She’d made it clear she wanted him, but he couldn’t take the
chance. The chance he’d fall and she wouldn’t. He groaned. She was so beautiful
and he’d love to feel her under him, above him, or any other way he could think
of.
    Shit! His
traitorous body went rock hard. Just thinking of her was all it seemed to take.
Anytime he was close to her, his body betrayed him. He loved inhaling her
perfume. His cock started to ache just thinking about inhaling her feminine
scent. He wanted to bury his face between her legs and taste her.
    Jesus Christ! What
the fuck was he going to do? Did she really hate him now? Why wouldn’t she? Fool, you implied she was a slut. He didn’t know anything about her, not
really. Only that she was Becca’s friend, and they’d been together since they
were thirteen and before that, Olivia had been in foster homes. But he had no
idea why she was. Where were her parents? Were they dead? From what he’d heard,
no family had ever adopted her. He’d bet she was a real wild child since she
didn’t back down from anything now. He smiled when he thought of her glaring at
him. She was tough, there was no doubt there. Sighing, he walked back to his
truck, climbed in, and headed home. He needed to get some sleep. It didn’t look
like he was going to get that release he needed from a fight or a woman
tonight.

 
 
 
    Chapter Two

 
 
    Olivia sat at the table with her laptop open in front of
her, working on next season’s reservations. The Clifton Bed and Breakfast was a
goldmine for Becca, and Olivia loved working here but for the past week, she
couldn’t concentrate. A certain dark-eyed cowboy kept invading her thoughts
more than usual. Damn him! She knew
he wanted her and yet he insisted on lying about it. Why would he pretend he
didn’t want her? He saw other women, she was sure because she’d heard rumors
about him with them, so if he just wanted sex, why not her?
    Shaking her head, she tried to get back into her work but
finally gave up, and closed the laptop. She wasn’t going to get anything done
today, so she headed for the front desk and smiled at Stacy Miller, who was
sitting behind the counter. Olivia took a seat beside her.
    “It won’t be long