The Letter (35 page)

Her eyes flew open to clash with his sparkling silver-blue glow. “And I ain’t a man who wants to get leg shackled with a spoiled young filly, so you need to do what I say and sashay quickly along in the process.”

Outside of his bulky embrace she felt suddenly alone and humiliated. “Damn you for putting your hands on me.”

He turned on his laughter and left the train car with a resounding thud and heavy footfall down the wooden steps outside.