Last time I saw Noah Reynolds, he was naked in my bed telling me he loved me.
The next morning, he was gone. No note. No goodbye. Just silence.
Now he’s standing in my inn like nothing happened.
Tall. Muscular. Brooding.
Looking at me like he still owns my heart.
Too bad I’ve built walls too high for even a Navy SEAL to climb.
Except… his touch still burns.
His voice still wrecks me.
And when he says I’m in danger. I almost believe him.
But love isn’t safe.
And trusting him might be the most dangerous thing I’ve ever done.