Chapter Eight
Darcie
Stirring the sauce that was bubbling on the stove with one hand, I pressed the other one to my lips.
They still felt swollen from Havoc’s kiss at the farmers’ market. I had walked straight into that one. He had known that I had wanted to wander around the market badly enough that I would have done almost anything.
It wasn’t even like I had minded kissing him. He was a good looking man after all, but it just felt wrong. No, that wasn’t even it. His kiss had been hot.
It wasn’t the kiss that had been the problem. It was just wrong to be kissing someone in public only days after splitting up with my fiancé.
Especially when they were brothers.
I couldn’t go lusting after someone who was related to my ex. It just wasn’t the kind of woman I was.
Or at least it wasn
