Falling for Fortune. Nancy Robards Thompson

head detailing exactly how he would like to communicate with Kinsley.

      The woman had asked for respect. He understood that and revered her even more for telling him that was important to her.

      “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression. Because you’re a very important part of this team and I don’t want you to ever feel uncomfortable.”

      There it was. An almost imperceptible shift in her demeanor, but he saw it. She had re-crossed her arms and was still standing there with her closed-off posture, but her brow was slightly less furrowed and her shoulders were somewhat more relaxed.

      “I appreciate that,” she said.

      He resisted the urge to tell her that he knew there was a lot more to Kinsley Aaron than a pretty face and a potentially great pair of legs. There was something guarded and a little troubled about her and he wanted to know who or what had made her that way because she was way too young and pretty to be that uptight.

      He silently vowed that he was going to find out. He was going to be the one to teach Kinsley Aaron how to loosen up.