Chapter 4
From across the table, Maverick stared into the prettiest pair of blue eyes he'd ever seen, in a fair face, surrounded by soft, blonde hair. He'd bet that her pink lips would taste better than ice cream on a warm night.
As he sipped his wine, he knew without a doubt three things. Jess Taylor was expensive. She wasn’t meant to be a farmer’s wife. Second, Jess Taylor was temporary, as they'd agreed. And three, she was beautiful, which meant she had the world outside his gates at her feet. Her CPA meant she had beauty and brains. He had to stay far away from her.
His son needed him.
That was a fourth reason to never, ever kiss her. If he did, trouble would probably follow.
However, his arms ached to hold her again, if only to dance.
They finished their glass of wine and burger
