“I couldn’t stand him before… Now I can’t help wanting a little taste.”
She works at the local coffee shop and writes greeting cards. Who even buys cards anymore? She doodles on the to-go cups, whether it’s a flower or a kindhearted message to lift someone’s spirit for the day—I can’t stand it.
What’s even more frustrating is she doesn’t do any of it for me. Not since I complained one-single-time about not wanting a flower drawn on my morning cup of coffee.
Yet her smart mouth and stunning smile get me every time. She’s beautiful, but she’ll never want a guy like me. I don’t blame her. I’m hard to love.
So when I get a chance to be her knight in dirty jeans and work boots, I don’t pass up the opportunity to show her how she truly makes me feel.
And I’ll do anything to be the lucky man who gets to call her mine.
Steamy, small-town, enemies-to-lovers, grumpy-sunshine romance.