Chapter 2

Her smile fell. The mission. How quickly a pair of magnetic dark eyes and a few suave words nearly made her forget… A part of her could hardly believe her reason for coming here. 

It was wild. Crazy. Gutsy. Imperative to her future. And Luc wasn’t worming the truth out of her, no matter how delicious his scones were.

Deke would probably tell Luc the minute he laughed her out the door, anyway.

“I’m just teasing. No need to be grim. You don’t have to tell me a thing,” he assured, his voice smoky and intimate. The teasing expression had been replaced by the comfort of his dark, solemn eyes.

“Sorry.” Kimber did her best to smile. “I’m a little…”

“Nervous?” he prompted, leading her into a bright kitchen.

“The house is gorgeous, especially the kitchen,” she breathed, happy for a reason to change the subject.

Rich cherry cabinets with furniture detailing, a European feel, and stainless hardware, backsplashes, and appliances. A gorgeous mix of the old