Chapter Two
Oh God, oh God, oh God. He’s going to kiss me.
He looked like he wanted to devour her. Right here. In front of her colleagues. She never should have had that third glass of wine. Or the fourth. She was asking for trouble where Blake was concerned. His scent buzzed around her like mosquitoes, making it impossible to string logical thoughts together.
Logic told her he was interested. Logic also told her Blake Sinclaire was the last person she should mess with. Even though she had no intention of ever moving back to Prairie, if her family discovered she’d gotten cozy with a Sinclaire, they’d accuse her of being stark raving mad. Nope. Sinclaires should be avoided at all costs. She was already in the family crosshairs over her profession, and their criticism for that provided mo
