Stolen Hearts (Thoroughbred Men Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

with a dozen red roses.
                  Jacob was relieved to see her car still there and Millie was currently wiping her eyes in the mirror of the visor. Millie turned the key in the ignition and fired up the car, just as Jacob knocked on the glass. Millie looked at him and felt her eyes start to well up again with tears and shook her head angrily at him.
                  Jacob knocked again on the glass and yelled, “Millie I am sorry, I was teasing you and it wasn't nice of me.” He held up the roses at the window. They were gaining attention quickly.
                  Here she was, her mascara smearing and her nose ruddy from crying. Jacob was standing at her car door, shouting. Her car has her name emblazoned all over it, the florist was standing outside and even now Danielle was exiting the building, watching the display. Millie rolled down the window a few inches and told him to get in.
                  Jacob ran around the front of her car, carrying the roses and opened the passenger door. He gingerly picked up her purse, placed her things back inside that had fallen out and got in the car. He watched as Millie rolled up the window again and pulled out of the parking area. Jacob felt ashamed. He wanted to make her laugh now to see her smile. The ice princess had cracked and he didn't like this emotion much.
                   “Millie, I am sorry. You aren't old, you know? You are younger than me for sure.” Jacob started, feeling a bit lost. Unsure how to put the facade back on her, and did he really want that? Was she that touchy about her age? Sheesh!
                  “Jacob, stop. It is not that you called me old or ancient, well, yes, it is actually. I don't feel like I have enough time for everything I want to do and I feel like time is slipping away. So when you said I was old, it struck a nerve, okay?” she snapped at him. She was letting her walls down, revealing a side of her she hadn't shared with anyone…and if he mocked her again, she just might leave him on the side of the road, Millie thought.
                   “Where are we going?” Jacob asked quietly. She was letting off steam now and he wanted to channel it in a better direction than anger towards him or crying. He noticed she would not look away from the road. “Nowhere,” she said, “I can take you back to your car, if you want? Let me turn around. Hang on,” she snapped at him, still avoiding making eye contact.             
                  Jacob frowned at her tone. He assumed she was still hurting and lashing out. “Actually, Millie, let me make it up to you. Let me buy you a drink or dinner?” he offered as an apology. Plus it would get them out in town together; maybe word would get back to the guys? Did he care if word got back to the station? He felt like a heel.
                  Millie pulled over and looked at him. Was he clueless on what was wrong? Here he was, gorgeous but looking perplexed, holding a beautiful set of roses obviously meant for her and why? They weren't an item. They were working together. “Why?” she asked finally.
                   “Why?” he parroted. “Because I hurt your feelings and I didn't mean to. I want to make it up to you,” he said. He had never had a girl ask him why he wanted to buy her a drink or go out. This was new for him!
                  “No, I don't date. Especially clients,” she said sharply. She put the car into gear and started to pull out onto the road again.  She was surprised he put his hand on the wheel and stopped her. His hand was so very warm where it touched hers.
                  Jacob looked at her, and looked at her soft hand he held on the steering wheel. “Because I would really like to spend some time with you and truly enjoyed emailing you back and forth today. I haven't smiled so hard in a long time and I