Natural Born Daddy. Sherryl Woods

“What do you want?” she demanded, noting that he was still wearing a suit and tie. He had at least loosened the tie. Obviously he’d driven all the way across the state straight from work.

      He shoved a huge box toward her. It wouldn’t fit through the crack. “I brought you this.”

      The box was intriguing with its gold paper and fancy bow. Still, Kelly determinedly wrapped her arms around her middle and refused to take it. “Jordan, this has to stop.”

      Her insistent tone seemed to totally bemuse him. He regarded her with evident confusion. “Why?”

      “Because I cannot be bought.”

      Shock registered on his handsome features. “I’m not trying to buy you,” he swore. “I’m trying to…”

      Words clearly failed him. Kelly could understand why. There was hardly another interpretation for what he’d been doing. “Buy me,” she supplied.

      “No,” he insisted. “I’m trying to court you.”

      Her heart skittered wildly. “Oh, Jordan,” she murmured, feeling her insides turn to mush. “Please don’t do this to me.”

      His gaze settled on her and a once-familiar warmth spread through her.

      “Could I come in so we can discuss this?” he asked.

      Kelly did not want him in the house, not with her resolve wavering and his determination solidifying. “It’s the middle of the night. I have fences to mend in the morning.”

      “I’ll help,” he promised.

      “When was the last time you mended a fence?”