Chapter 3
Gillian couldn’t breathe. James was reading a torrid part of a novel in public, and she was mortified…and she didn’t want him to stop. It had nothing to do with the story and everything to do with his hypnotic voice. Her heart was racing, and she could only stare at James’s lips in utter fascination. So this was what it felt like to long for a man—and it was indeed a longing…a wicked one.
“Shall I continue?” he asked again, moving closer. Gillian glanced around the little bookshop. They had wandered into a dim corner as they talked where no one could see them. Her heart gave another wild set of beats as she licked her lips nervously.
“You shouldn’t do that,” he cautioned her gently as he closed the book and set it on the shelf ledge by his hip.
“Do what?” She tried to back up
