“Of all the stupid—” He broke off, strode inside.

And straight into Stella’s office. “What the hell’s wrong with you, sending Hayley out in this heat hauling stock around?”

“Good God, is she still at it?” Alarmed, she pushed back from her desk. “I had no idea she’d—”

“Give me a goddamn bottle of water.”

Stella grabbed one out of her cooler. “Harper, I never thought she’d—”

But he held up a hand to cut her off. “Don’t. Just don’t.”

He marched out again, stormed outside, straight to Hayley. She took a swat at him when he grabbed her arm, but he pulled her away from the front of the building.

“Let go. What do you think you’re doing?”

“Getting you into the shade for a start.” He propelled her around the back, through tables and potted shrubs, between greenhouses, until he came to the shaded banks of the pond.

“Sit. Drink.”

“I don’t like you this way.”

“Right back at you. Now drink that water, and consider yourself lucky I don’t just toss you in the pond to cool you off. I expected better of Stella,” he said when Hayley glugged down water. “But the fact is, even though this is her second summer, she’s a Yankee. You were born and raised down here. You know what this kind of heat can do.”

“And I know how to handle it. And don’t you blame Stella for anything.” But she had to admit, now that she’d stopped, she felt a little queasy and light-headed. Giving in, she stretched out flat on the grass. “Maybe I overdid it. I got caught up, is all.” She turned her head, looked over at him. “But I don’t like being pushed around, Harper.”

“I don’t like pushing people around, but sometimes they need it.” He pulled off his fielder’s cap and waved it at her face to stir the air and cool her. “And since your color’s several shades under fire engine now, I’d say you did.”

It was hard to argue when it felt so good to stretch out on the grass, and so sweet to have him fanning her with his sweaty old cap.

The sun was behind him, but filtered through the high, thickly leaved branches so that it dappled over him, made him look romantic and handsome sitting in the summer shade.

All that dark hair, curling a bit at the ends from the heat and humidity. And those long, chocolate brown eyes were so . . . delicious. The blades of his cheekbones, the full, sexy shape of his mouth.

She could lie here, she thought, for hours just looking at him. The idea was foolish enough to make her smile.

“You get away with it, this once. I had a lot on my mind, and good, sweaty work helps me deal with it.”

“I got another way to deal with it.” He leaned down, then stopped, cocked his head when she brought her hand up between them.

“We’re on the clock here.”

“I thought we were on a break.”

“Work environment.” The work, however draining, had done the trick. She’d made her decision. It wasn’t about what she wanted, but about what was right. “Besides, I realized that sort of thing isn’t a good idea.”

“What sort of thing?”

“The you and me sort.” She sat up, shook her hair back and made sure she smiled at him. It would drop the base out of her world if they stopped being friends. “I like you, Harper. You mean a lot to me, to Lily, and I want to stay friends. We add sex to that, sure, it’d be nice for a while, but then it’d just get awkward and sticky.”

“It doesn’t have to.”

“Odds are.” She touched his knee, gave it a brisk rub. “I was just in a mood yesterday. I liked kissing you. It was nice.”

“Nice?”

“Sure.” Because she knew that expression on his face—or rather the lack of expression—meant he was angry and fighting it back, she bumped up the smile several degrees. “Kissing a good-looking guy’s always nice. But I’ve got to think beyond that kind of thing, and the best thing for me is to leave things just the way they are.”

“Things aren’t the way they were. You already changed that.”

“Harper, a couple of smoochies between friends isn’t such a big.” She patted his hand, started to get up, but he clamped his fingers around her wrist.

“It was more than that.”

His temper was winning, she could see it. And from the few times she’d watched it fly, she knew it was formidable. Better he was mad, she thought quickly. Better for him that he was mad or disgusted or even hurt for the short term.

“Harper, I know you’re probably not used to having a woman put on the brakes, but I’m not going to sit here and argue about whether I’m going to have sex with you.”

“It’s more than that.”

More. And that single word had her heart trembling. “It isn’t. And I don’t want it to be.”

“What’s this, some kind of game? You came to me, you moved on me. And now it’s that was nice, but I’m not interested?”

“That’s the nutshell. I’ve got to get back to work.”

His voice stayed calm and cool; a dangerous sign. “I know what you felt when I had my hands on you.”

“Well, for God’s sake, Harper, of course I felt something. I haven’t had any action in months.”

His fingers tightened, then released. Let her go. “So, you were just cruising for a f**k buddy.”

It wasn’t her heart that bumped this time, but her belly. “I did something on impulse I realized I shouldn’t have done. You want to make it crude, go ahead.”

Her vision wavered, so she seemed to be looking at him through a rippling wave of heat. The anger inside her spiked up, so acute it all but scored her throat. “Men always take it down to f**king, lying and cheating and buying their way to it. And once they have, the woman’s no more than a whore to be used again or tossed away. It’s men who are the whores, plotting and planning their way to the next rut.”

Her eyes had changed. He couldn’t say how, but he knew he wasn’t looking at her through them. The heat of his temper froze in fear. “Hayley—”

“Is this what you want, Master Harper?” With a sly smile, she cupped her br**sts, caressed them. “And this?” She slid a hand between her legs. “What will you pay?”