Remington Marshall is the kind of gorgeous who turns a smoldering glance
into foreplay.
He was the man of my dreams. The love of my life.
Until the day he broke my heart.
Rem left town without
saying goodbye, and five years passed with no phone call, no visits, no
explanations.
Even worse–no apology.
But I never needed his sensual promises. Certainly didn’t miss his panty-twisting
kisses. And I survived just fine without his wicked, washboard abs…
Until the day he came home.
Suddenly the
sexiest mistake of my past careens back into my life. When his sister falls sick, the
reclusive mountain man offers to take care of his two baby nieces…and he asks for my
help.
I should refuse, but Rem’s struggling to pay rent to
Sesame Street, drinking Jack and fruit juice, and reading his chainsaw manual as a
bedtime story. So, I agree to nanny for his adorable toddler nieces.
After all, two former lovers suffocating in repressed sexual tension can be
professional, right?
Nope.
One stolen kiss, and I’m falling for the hunk of lumberjack again. But I won’t let anyone
yell Timber yet.
Rem won’t tell me why he broke my heart
five years ago.
And, without the truth, I can’t forgive the past.
But when a man doesn’t deserve a second chance…
He’ll just
steal her heart.
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“Give me one good reason why you can’t be their
nanny,” he said.
I’d give him the best one. “We’re not even going to talk
about the kisses?”
Wrong reason.
Rem’s voice lowered, a dark
and caramel growl that layered me with regret and shivers and memories.
“Must have been some good kisses if you remember them after all this time.”
I didn’t look at his lips. “You mean you forgot?”
“I made myself forget.”
“Why?”
“Because thinking of that night is the reason I had to put
three thousand miles of uncut wilderness and five years between us.”
In the
past twenty-four hours, this man had made my heart ache so much I considered
popping some of Dad’s leftover beta-blockers. I wasn’t about to let Rem twist me up any
more.
“No one asked you to leave,” I said. “No one told you to go. It’s not
heroic, Rem. It just hurts.”
“Good thing I’m a changed man.”
I’d
never wanted him to change, only to be honest. “How can I trust you?”
“I’ll
prove it. I got the kids. I got the bank account. The cabin. The responsibility. I’m
different.”
“You’re still chasing me.”
His hound-dog grin should
have run me up a tree. “Can’t blame a man for trying. It’s lonely in these woods. Gets
real dark and cold at night. I’m looking for someone to warm me up.”
“And
that’s why the answer is no. We have a history together.”
“Do we?”
The sadness kicked me in the gut. “We might have had a history.”
“Do you
think there’s still a chance?”
“How could there be, after all that
happened?”
He surprised me with a wink. “Then what’s the problem? Are
you attracted to me?”
“No,” I lied.
“Then work for me.”
“I can’t.”
He smoothed that beard. Easier to see his smile. Harder to resist
wondering how it’d feel scratching all over me. “What if I show you that this could be
perfectly platonic?”
“How?”
“Kiss me.”
I poked him
away with the broom. “And what would that prove?”
“That there’s nothing
between us,” he said.
“That’s like leaving my credit card in the street to prove
there’s no thieves around.”
“Not trying to steal anything from you, Sassy.”
That’s because there was only one thing left to give him, and I’d mercifully
avoided that roll in the hay. “You’re out of your mind.”
“One kiss,” he said.
“We’ll settle it once and for all.”
I focused on cleaning and scrubbed my way
into the kitchen, hoping my hips didn’t sashay with every brush. He watched me, his
gaze boiling over my skin.
“Why not?” Rem asked.
I didn’t have to
lie. “Because it took me five years to get over our last kiss. I can’t spend the next five
forgetting this one.”
“One kiss.” He edged too close for me to breathe, think,
or defend my honor. “One little, teensy, tiny nibble of a kiss. I promise—I won’t even
make a good one.”
“Is that possible?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never
kissed bad before.”
“Then I can’t afford the risk.”
“For all we
know, every kiss of mine becomes a five-year memory.” He towered over me, leaning
in, his whisper playful and tempting. “And that’s just the kiss. Imagine what I could do
with a touch. A lick. One night with me, and you might never forget it.”
“Or
forgive it.”
“Good thing I’m only asking for a kiss.” He bumped my chin up
with his fingers. “One kiss.”
“To prove there’s nothing between us…or to
torture us for the rest of our lives?”
“You tell me, Sassy.”
He
leaned in, capturing my lips with a playful, deliberate swipe. I gripped the broom, heart
raging, pounding, attempting to crash through my chest and knock my head back into
sanity.
Heat swirled between us, suffocating me in that woodsy, fresh-cut
pine scent. Earthy and tempting and so much more than he was before. Everything was
more. His words meant more. His eyes saw more. His touch offered more.
And his kiss…
Conquered and overwhelmed. My body pooled into
softness. A murmur accidentally parted my lips. His tongue swept in. Gentle. Teasing.
Wonderful.
His kiss was every perfect moment I’d imagined in the last five
years. Every flirty nibble. Every sensual bite. Every casual, quick peck people took for
granted.
In five seconds, he’d revealed everything he might have offered in
those lost five years.
And I hated him for it.
And I melted for it.
And I was so much trouble.
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