“I’m not going to apologize.”
Her hands froze on the snap of her jeans as she glared up at him. “I didn’t ask you to.”
“You’re angry.”
“With myself. Not you.”
Well, that was something. But he didn’t want her in any way angry about this situation.
“Are you upset because you let yourself feel or because you hate me?”
She finished straightening her clothes and shoved her hair behind her ears. That defiant chin lifted an extra notch as she squared her shoulders and focused solely on him.
“I don’t hate you,” she retorted. “I just don’t make a habit of getting involved with people I’m still on the fence about.”
Raking a hand through his hair, he turned away and headed back to his stallion.
“You’re not going to say anything?” she called after him.
Gabe tugged at the reins and freed his horse from the tree before glancing back over his shoulder. “You want to fight? You’ll have to look elsewhere. A beautiful woman just came apart in my arms. I’m not feeling much like arguing. I want to be here for you, Chelsea. Not because my uncle tried to ruin you and so many others, but because I can’t ignore this pull between us or what just happened.”
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