Something to Talk About

“It’s nothing.” She shook her head. Attempted a smile that wasn’t one bit successful. “Some updates from my old neighborhood. I guess I was feeling a little homesick.”

He gauged her tone and suspected there was some truth in the statement. He also suspected there was more to it that she wasn’t telling him. Not that he had any right to know her personal business. He told himself to back off, even as he gestured toward the path ahead so that he could walk with her wherever she was headed.

“You’re a long way from the west coast.” He could almost feel his grandfather’s eyes boring into his back as he headed away from the training yard.

No doubt Hugh Preston would assume Amanda had been the woman distracting Robbie today. And while that would be correct, Robbie hadn’t made up his mind to do anything about it yet. And having his grandfather pushing them together or asking her pointed questions could make the work environment damned uncomfortable.

He had enough on his mind with his family’s vote of no-confidence on the head trainer job. He didn’t need to add complications to a personal life he’d done a poor job of managing.

“We lived north of L.A., but I was born and raised in Orange County. I was surfing by the time I was four.” She seemed grateful for the change in topic and he was relieved to see the color return to her cheeks.

Конец ознакомительного фрагмента.

Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».

Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес.

Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.