For weeks he’s resisted her teasing smiles, her hands brushing his whenever she passed him tea. But when she leans too close one night, lips...

For weeks he’s resisted her teasing smiles, her hands brushing his whenever she passed him tea. But when she leans too close one night, lips brushing his jaw, he snaps—pinning her against the inn’s wooden counter, kissing her until her knees weaken. “You don’t know what you’ve done,” he growls against ...