Desires Die Hard

Chapter 160

Here he was, bringing Nathaniel up again.

Anya had been prepared for this though. She placed the bowl of congee down on the table. “Mr. Welton… you don’t have to worry about Nathaniel. He’s got my cousin”

Evan huffed. It sounded like an aborted laugh. “He seems to miss his father”

“He has a father,” Anya replied coolly. “Thank you for your concern for my cousin’s children, Mr. Welton, but it’s unnecessary. They’ve got parents who worry and care for them.”

“Is that so?” Evan asked mildly before raising a glass of water to his lips and taking a sip.

“Yes,” Anya sald firmly. Then, she paused for a moment. She didn’t want to linger too long on the subject. She knew that Evan had a way with words. The man knew how to set up verbal traps for his victims. She might let something slip accidentally if she weren’t careful. The young woman decided to switch the subject. “Mr. Welton, I’m done with breakfast. Can I leave now?”

Evan lifted the fork and knife off the table and started cutting his bacon. “It’s the weekend. Why don’t you join me for a game of golf later, Ms. MacMillan?”

“I have errands to run.” Anya had been dreading this. She had been worried that the man might try to keep her. She had

been right.

“Do

you

know how to play golf?” Evan asked as he savored the piece of freshly grilled bacon. He looked the very picture of power and grace as he ate. His voice was slow and measured when he spoke again. “I recall the MacMillans were avid golfers.”

Anya froze momentarily. He was right. The MacMillans played golf regularly. It took her a moment to reply the man. “I

don’t”

never

why she didn’t know how to play

golf, she wouldn’t be interested in

Evan.

great. I’ll

herself at a loss

man had gone too

I’m not interested in doing anything that involves spending more time with

simply inviting you to a game of golf. That seems like

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across the glass on the table. He looked up and stared straight into Anya’s eyes with his own

found herself at a momentary

said such

prior appointment.” Anya didn’t want to

best to decline the man’s invitation

right. “Since you’re going to refuse me, I shall retract my invitation. I’m ordering you to join me

and disbelief flashed across her eyes. “Mr.

in a measured voice. “Ms. MacMillan, that’s hardly professional. Are you going to refuse a task that your boss assigned to you?”

didn’t mind work. What she minded was Evan and

on her face deepened. Anya’s face gradually stiffened as she stared at