Krista wasn’t afraid of him. There wasn’t a mean bone in his body, just some hurt ones.
Watching him sit there and fold up on himself, she no longer felt anger over him pushing her away after that first kiss, at avoiding her ever since, or even at assuming his apology covered the bases. All he’d done was show her what a good man he was, even if he didn’t see it.
And then she’d known what she wanted.
She’d wanted to feel like she had when he’d first kissed her atop that ridge. She wanted to feel beautiful, though she knew she wasn’t. She wanted to feel desired, which Evan clearly did. And—much to her surprise—she wanted Evan.
Krista wasn’t big on denying herself.
So, she looked him right in the eyes, daring him to deny her. Then she placed his hand once more on her breast, exactly as i
