Sweet Jesus. It was The Delicious in the dark shirt and jeans.

In answer, she took his hand and placed it on her chest. Right over her heart. 'You're in, Cade Morgan. Only you.

At that moment he knew one thing. The only thing that mattered. He loved her.

Business associates? Ouch. That’s worse than friends

I think the first thing we need to talk about is you not running around in tight T-shirts and yoga pants.” “Fine. I’ll stop doing that as soon as you shave.” Jack ran his hand along his jaw and grinned. “You like the scruff, huh?” Did she ever.

He didn't care whose league Jordan was in. All that mattered was that she was his.

What exactly was your plan here, Mr. Andrews? To just walk in and flash your little smile, no questions asked?