CHAPTER FOUR
As Josh parked in front of the “cherry-red” cottage, he kept thinking about Hope Ryan. Catching and holding her wasn’t against the rules since he’d saved her from injuring herself. The best part, however, had been talking to her. Oh, she hadn’t trusted his offer to help, but he’d seen no pity or hatred in her eyes. That meant she hadn’t recognized him.
That was good. So was the way she blushed.
Thinking about her pink cheeks brought a smile to his lips.
The fact she was on his mind wasn’t an issue. He could recite the list of what he couldn’t do in his sleep. Some things weren’t exactly rules, but rather strong suggestions of what to avoid.
He had.
And would keep avoiding them.
But meeting someone new had been… nice. Speaking to women was fine. If he saw Hope again in t
