in casual attire, so whenever he did, he couldn’t help but appreciate the beautiful woman she was.
In addition to her good looks, Regan had a gorgeous figure, but she’d never been one to flaunt that fact. And he liked it whenever she wore her hair down, where it flowed around her shoulders, which was something she rarely did while working. Usually she wore a ponytail, or had it all stuffed beneath her pilot cap.
As he settled in the chair, he recalled how she’d looked at the Westmoreland Charity Ball, beautiful from head to toe. He released a deep breath, still not certain why that particular night in Denver had been a turning point for him. Not really a turning point but more of an eye-opener. Since then, he’d tried not to be aware of certain things about her, but he’d noticed them anyway. And putting distance between Regan and himself wasn’t an option when he’d been flying around the country a lot lately.
He’d meant what he’d told Regan. Going shopping with her was a piece of cake compared to the times he’d gone with Charm. Early on, Bart had declared that one of the brothers would escort Charm whenever she went anywhere, including shopping. She hadn’t liked that directive any more than they had.
Instead of taking out her irritation on Bart, she’d unloaded on her brothers and made their shopping trips with her a nightmare. At least for the others, she had. Garth had known how to handle Charm from the beginning, and when she saw that nothing she did rattled him, she soon began behaving. He could honestly say accompanying her on those shopping excursions had turned out to be rather enlightening. She’d told him more than he’d wanted to know about women’s undergarments, and how to tell if a woman was wearing any. Charm said she preferred him taking her shopping because he never rushed her out of the stores like Cash, Sloan, Jess and Maverick did. And he never flirted with the sales clerks like Sloan and Maverick. She claimed that Maverick even disappeared a time or two, probably into the ladies’ restroom, with a sales clerk. Garth had no reason to doubt her story.
“I’m ready, Garth.”
He glanced up and met a smiling Regan. “That was quick.”
She chuckled. “While modeling, I learned how to get in and out of my clothes rather quickly.”
Why did the image of her doing that very thing suddenly flash in his mind? “I’d forgotten about that time you modeled.” Franklin, fearful that his daughter was turning into a tomboy, had enrolled her into etiquette school at sixteen. One of her instructors had persuaded Franklin to let Regan participate in several teen modeling events.
“That was back in the day, but it was fun.”
“Do you miss it?” he asked, getting to his feet.
The store clerk had placed all the items she’d purchased in a shopping bag emblazoned with the store’s name and logo.
“I didn’t do it long enough. Just two years.”
He recalled that he and his siblings had attended several of her modeling events. She’d also appeared on the covers of a number of Alaskan teen fashion magazines. After glancing at his watch, he said, “It’s a little past noon. I hope you’re ready to grab something to eat.”
“I am.”
“I know how much you like tacos and I overheard someone mention a place not far from here that sells good ones.”
They left the clothing store and headed to the taco shop. “Just so you know, Charm planned this entire trip for me and one of the things she included was a chef who will be at our disposal.”
“Sounds nice.”
“It is. I met him this morning. And breakfast was delicious.”
As they strolled in silence, he was glad they were spending time together like Charm had suggested. The thought that Regan might accept Harold Anders’s job offer was bothering him whether he wanted it to or not. The only possible problem he could see in them sharing space for two weeks was his inability to control his attraction to her.
That was basically his problem and not hers.
He credited himself as being a problem-solver and intended to do everything within his power to make sure his desire for her didn’t become an issue he couldn’t handle.
Regan watched Garth walk into the guest room of the château to place her luggage near the huge bed. Why did he always have to look sexy, no matter what he was wearing or what he was doing? Then there was his