Beth Evans once confused lust for love and vows never to let it happen again. The bookmobile driver is trying to raise funds to build a new library. The late Hank Callahan bequeathed one million dollars for the project, but he attached one stipulation: Do not let his grandson sell the ranch.
He leaned across the desk. “You know, we haven’t discussed the kiss the other night.”
She scooted the chair back. “There’s nothing to discuss.”
He stood and slowly came around the desk, reached for her hand and pulled her to her feet. “I want to kiss you again.”
“That’s probably not a good idea.” Oh, lord. She was playing with fire and if she wasn’t careful, she was going to get burned. Bad.
“Probably not. I know you said we’d never kiss again. But don’t you want to kiss me? Can’t you feel the pull between us?”
“Yes . . . No!” She jerked her hand free and started backing away.
He followed, closing in on her until she bumped against the library table.
“Just one kiss, Beth. One kiss can’t hurt.”
Before she could react, before she could reply, Trevor wrapped his arms around her, covered her mouth with his and God help her, she was a goner.
KEYWORDS: Texas romance, cowboy romance, single mom, librarian, small town, alpha male, tortured hero, secrets, steamy romance