MONTANA SKY 07.5: Angel In Paradise Read Online Free PDF

think?” Rafe teased, setting the brake and handing Chip the reins.
    “Late one last night. Pretty college student from the mainland.”
    “Pretty college students usually lead to late nights,” Rafe agreed.
    Beside him, Angel stiffened.
    Rafe climbed off the seat, hurried around the back of the carriage, and reached for her just as she started to step down. Slipping his hands around her waist, he swung her to the ground. He wanted to let his hands linger, but knowing they had an interested audience, he forced himself to step back.
    Angel’s expression closed.
    Rafe wondered what she was thinking. He used to be able to read her so well and didn’t like how she’d shut herself off to him. Although, when he took her hand to lead her into the stables, Angel didn’t pull away. “Night,” Rafe told Chip.
    The driver led Abigail into the livery.
    Rafe felt unaccountably nervous escorting Angel to his bungalow. The two-bedroom wooden cottage was a far cry from the big Flanigan ranch house or the stately Howard mansion in Sweetwater Springs. He imagined her apartment in New York was as sleek and sophisticated as Angel herself.
    Yet, he took pride in his home. He’d lovingly renovated the dilapidated house, doing much of the work himself, until the place shone like a jewel. Over the years, when he enjoyed a liaison with an attractive tourist, he’d never brought the woman home, although he was very familiar with the bedrooms in the inn and the bed and breakfast.
    The front of the house had a broad porch on the first floor and a balcony on the second, both overlooking the ocean. He led her up the steps and opened the door.
    “No lock?”
    “This isn’t New York, Angel.”
    Her brows drew together, forming a crease in her forehead.
    He wanted to drop a kiss on that little dent. “Don’t worry. I’ll lock up tonight, so you don’t have to worry about marauders disturbing your sleep.”
    “It’s not the marauders I’m worried about,” she said dryly.
    He flashed a seductive grin. “I can’t make any promises, Angel.”
    Apprehension sparked in her eyes, only to be replaced by a bland gaze and a slight lift of her chin. “I’ll put a chair against my door.”
    “No need. The guest room has a lock.” Rafe didn’t mention he had the key. “You’re safe with me, Angel.” He gestured for her to enter.
    “So I used to think,” she murmured, stepping into the house.
    Wondering if he’d heard correctly, he followed her inside. He should explain what happened, but that would mean tearing open an old wound that he’d worked long and hard to close. And it wouldn’t change the past. Angel had cut him off, and that had been as painful as his family disowning him. Not to mention talking about that subject would open the door to the conversation of why she was here.
    Rafe didn’t want to fight about documents he had no intention of signing. Something much more pleasurable was on his mind. He speculated if she, too, considered letting the spark between them ignite.
    They walked into the room, and he tried to see the place through her eyes. He’d opened up the downstairs, so the main room and the kitchen flowed together. He’d stained the original wide-planked flooring a dark mahogany and then coated it with marine sealant, to withstand the sand that constantly made its way into the house. He’d adapted the built-in shelves to fit his big-screen television, had decorated with a comfortable couch and loveseat covered in soft navy canvas-like material, and hung several seascapes by native artists on the walls.
    Rafe watched Angel glance around, taking in everything. Her presence changed the energy in the room, softened the masculine feel and made the house feel alive. Or maybe that’s just her effect on me.
    She smiled up at him. “Nice. Comfortable looking. How long have you lived here?”
    “Ten years. Spent the first two on a cot while I made the place habitable.”
    “You did the work?”
    Rafe had to laugh