Kyle Mathers watched the retreating back of the club president’s daughter and knew damn well he was in for it. Her blonde ponytail danced with every angry movement and he couldn’t help but stare at it. He loved a woman with fire in her blood, and if Emily Ketchum could simmer with it at the worst hours of the morning, he could only imagine what she would do with it
He didn’t know where it all came from. When she’d been little she’d been this scrawny little nerd with glasses and knobby knees and braces who couldn’t put together five words. As a door slammed open and shut he decided he was going to have to reevaluate who Emily was now.
“You think she knows she went into your room?” Mac asked.
Kyle snorted. “You wanna be the one to tell her?”
“Hell no.”
“Me neither, old man, me neither.”
