Chapter Twelve
EMILY
After yesterday’s events, I’m actually nervous about work this morning. Things got intense at the ranch really quick, and I’m not sure I’m ready to face him after all of that. During my commute, I think about Evan—about what he said and how his lips felt pressed against mine. My heart rate quickens every time the thought of him consumes my mind, which doesn’t surprise me. He’s sexy, smart, and the way he says my name in that deep, silky smooth Southern drawl makes my traitorous body react. And if I’m truthful, I hate him for it.
I had two rules when I moved here, and I’m pissed at myself that I broke them within the first week. No random hookups and no dating a co-worker—it should’ve been a simple plan.
After finding a parking spot, I grab my duffel bag, then get o
