The Naughty List Bundle - Kylie Adams [92]
He looked more serious than she’d ever seen him. Not that she was afraid of him and his threats, but again, a ruckus might wake everyone else.
She turned her head away. “Bully.”
“Damn right.”
He sauntered off, but as if he hadn’t trusted her to stay put, he was back in less than a minute. Misty hadn’t moved, only because she was so tired. For weeks now she’d been trying to come up with a solution, but the problems just kept adding up, and she hadn’t a clue what to do. Finding a job was obviously top of the list. Then she could sell her car to make the first month of rent once she found a place she could afford.
Borrowing money from her father was out of the question. She wouldn’t ask him for a nickel. They had never been close and she knew without approaching him what his reaction to her most recent problems would be. Probably even worse than his reaction to her pregnancy, which predictably had been disappointment. He’d give her money, but that’s all he’d ever give, never understanding or emotional support. She had enough to deal with without his overwhelming condemnation on her shoulders.
No, she’d rather go it alone than go to her father.
She was still frowning, deep in thought, when Morgan handed her a tall, cold glass of orange juice. The juice looked wonderful, and she accepted it gladly. Sipping, she said, “I thank you—at least for the drink.”
Morgan seated himself beside her and crossed his long arms over his massive chest. With his dark frown and set jaw, he looked belligerent and antagonistic. She didn’t like his attitude at all.
She liked him even less.
Knowing he hated it when she acted brazen, and hoping he’d go away and leave her alone with her misery, she said, “You know, you really should show a little more decorum. Running around half naked is almost barbaric. Especially for a man built like you.”
He blinked in surprise, and his brows smoothed out. “A man built like me?”
“Yeah, you know.” She glanced at his hard, hair-covered chest, felt a shot of heat straight through the pit of her stomach and raised her brows. “All muscle-bound. You do that to attract the women? Because while I appreciate the sight of your sexy body, I’m not at all attracted.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Are you trying to distract me, Malone?”
She sighed. “No, I’m being honest. You’re an incredibly good-looking man, Morgan. And evidently a pushy one, too. But I’m not interested in any man, for any reason. I’m through with the lot of you—for good. Besides, I’m leaving today, and with any luck, you’ll be long married with kids of your own and moved away before I ever visit again.” She nodded at his chest once more. “You’re wasting the excellent display on the likes of me.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that, considering most of what you just said was bunk. You are interested—at least in me.” His voice dropped, and he looked her over slowly. She felt the touch of his gaze like a stroke of heat, from the top of her thighs to the base of her throat. “Last night proved that.”
Misty swallowed hard, feeling a new sensation in her belly that wasn’t at all unpleasant. “Last night was an aberration. I’ve had a lot on mind and you took me by surprise.”
He let that slide without comment. “The part about me moving out is true enough, though. But I won’t be far. The house on the hill? That’s mine. It’ll be ready to move into soon.”
She couldn’t see the house from here, but she remembered admiring it when she first arrived. It wasn’t quite as large as this one, but it was still impressive. She wondered if he already had the wife picked out, too, but didn’t ask. “Good for you.”
Tilting his head, his look still far too provocative, Morgan said, “I’m curious about this professed disinterest of yours, especially considering your condition.”
“My condition?” She hated how he said that—just as her father had, just as her fiancé had—with something of a sneer. She wanted the baby and she wouldn’t apologize