“Thank you,” she murmured. “This is the first time a man’s ever given me flowers.” “Ah, darlin’ . . .” His perceptive gaze searched her face. “Do you intimidate men so badly, then?” “I do, I’m horrid,” Garrett confessed, and a mischievous laugh broke out. “I’m independent and opinionated, and I love telling people what to do. I have no feminine delicacy. My occupation either offends or frightens men, or sometimes both.”
