Chapter Seven
It was nearly suppertime when Haley parked the T-REX next to the Hansen stable. It had taken the better part of the afternoon to set the equipment on her own, and she regretted not asking Axel to come with her. But she’d hired him as a driver, not a personal assistant. And being in close proximity to him did a number on her concentration, short circuiting her brain cells. All she could think about was how electricity zinged through her when he touched her. Or how much she’d liked kissing him at the Trading Post. But that couldn’t happen again.
He looked too good in his denims, and probably even better out of them. Her body hummed at the thought of feeling that scruff scrape against her most sensitive parts. Nope. Kissing Axel was definitely off limits. And a sure path strai
