She had to be the most stubborn, most infuriating woman I’d ever met.
It was early evening, and I was still stewing from my encounter with her earlier that day at the bookshop.
I paced through my house, a glass of bourbon in my hand that I’d been nursing for nearly half an hour at that point.
I couldn’t stop thinking about our conversation, or the fact that I’d almost kissed her again.
She’d have let me if we hadn’t been interrupted. I’d seen it in her eyes. There’d been blatant desire and want swimming in her gaze.
I knew it was a bad idea for us to become entangled with each other at all, yet with each encounter we had, I seemed to grow more and more obsessed with her.
I couldn’t seem to stay away from her.
Along with my growing desire and fascination with Sam was irritation and f
