He wouldn't leave her alone! Good grief, the enormous Hunter James was just relentless! Fleur DeBron had enjoyed one dinner with the man two years ago and...okay, so that night had been...amazing. Kissing Hunter James had been...magical.
But he hadn't called Fleur after that night. He'd said he would. But he hadn't. A man only got one chance with her, and Hunter had blown it.
Why didn't he accept that?
Maybe it was because, every time he pulled her into his arms, Fleur melted like ice cream on a hot, summer afternoon.
Hunter wanted Fleur. He'd wanted her two years ago but then danger had entered Jefferson, Montana and he'd had to protect her. He couldn't let anything happen to Fleur.
But that had been two years ago and now the danger was gone. Hunter was determined to claim the delicate woman that had haunted his dreams for the past two years. Nothing was going to get in his way. Not even the woman who claimed she didn't want him, but her eyes and her body told him something different.
