Getting trapped in a storm with a grumpy recluse wasn’t part of my healing plan.
Jonah Ramy, all silence and a body built for sin, rescues me, then makes things crystal clear.
His cottage, his rules.
He thinks I’m here for a story.
I swear I had no idea he was the actor, the world won’t forget.
But his dark eyes track my mouth like he’s memorizing it.
His voice drops low when he warns me to keep my distance.
Every argument ends with his breath on my skin.
We pretend we don’t want this.
Then he kisses me, slow, claiming, inevitable, and I taste exactly what he’s been holding back.
The power dies.
The bathtub becomes our confessional.
And I start to think maybe I could stay.
Until his ex-publicist resurfaces with a threat that could destroy him.
Jonah tries to shut me out to protect me.
But the real storm isn’t outside anymore.
And if he won’t let me in, I’ll have to walk away right when I’m ready to fight for us.
