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pushed “the incident” frohtmare and she’d come out on topjust like she always did

She h life, but at least she never failed And honestly, she was having a good ti Who knew she’d start sowing those proverbial wild oats at this age?

The hot Georgia sun beat down on her back as Jade rassy field toward the back door of the hangar She gripped the suitcase with one hand and shielded her eyes with the other The sun’s reflection bounced off the new ed on and reached the door without so old sandals

The hipped her hair across her eyes and a few strands clung to her lip gloss just as she pushed open the new metal door The second she stepped inside and shook her hair away frorowled

Could this weekend get any worse?

She shoved her sunglasses on top of her head “What are you doing here?”

Vincent “just call me Cash” Miller stood beside his Cessna Skycatcher Jax’s plane sat in the opposite bay, but there was no sign of Jax

Cash propped his hands on his narrow hips and flashed her that smile that curled her toes and made her wonder why she ever let this man affect her so Her body betrayed her at every opportunity because while he annoyed the hell out of her, he also turned her on

Damn him Nobody infuriated her the way he did He purposely pushed her buttons, and she could only bla foot and stayed there for over a year If she hadn’t been in such a vulnerable place in her life at that time, she could’ve easily handled his charms and tossed them back in his face As it was, she suffered each and every time she had to be near him

Because he was sexy as hell and he knew it Granted, he would never know that she thought so Oh, no There was no way she’d ever let hie Cash Miller had that whole dark, brooding, tattoo thing going on He wasn’t the least bit polished, but daood ol’ boy, Southern manners

In all honesty, it was simply absurd that she found him attractive at all He had too much ink, too much beard, too many muscles

Nope None of that appealed to her—she wouldn’t be so clichéd as to let that delicious packaging hinder her judgment

Cash didn’t answer; he merely smiled like he knew some secret she wasn’t in on, and Jade tipped her chin and squared her shoulders She gripped her suitcase handle and started across the hangar, the sainst the concrete

“Cash, what are you doing here?” she repeated as she came to stand within a few feet of him “Where’s Jax? And what the hell happened to your face?”

He had quite the shiner on his right eye, which for some asinine reason only added to his badass sex appeal Probably got in soht over a woman That would be just like Cash Throw punches and then throoman over his shoulder and cart her off to his lair

“It’s good to see you, too, Red”