There isn’t a situation that can’t be fixed by a coat of chocolate body paint or a liberal smear of Champagne Lick, right? Wrong!
Ever since her father was murdered by a gang of youths, Sienna Lloyd has named herself Potterford’s protector—her sexy lingerie shop is a place where the town’s women can visit and feel safe. But when that shop is in danger of closing, Sienna needs a solution that will keep her in Potterford, where she can always look out for her mother, friends, and clients.
The answer? Move the shop to her home at 16 Marsden Place. The problem? Her new neighbor, the delicious but seriously uptight Jack Beaton. Oh, and his four-year-old twin girls.
Jack has just moved to the tiny town of Potterford in a bid to start over. To build a new life that keeps his children safe from their violent and sex-crazed mother. So when he discovers his neighbor intends to open a sex shop right next door, Jack will do anything to ensure it doesn’t happen…including fighting every ounce of his attraction to the shop’s owner and his innate need to trust again.
Having never stolen so much as a piece of candy in her life, Sienna pushed away the guilt hovering around her like a pesky gossamer curtain. After the day she’d had, she was due some sunny pleasure, and nothing was sunnier than daffodils. Brandishing her trowel, she plunged the tip into the soil to catapult the first one out.
BANG, BANG, BANG!
The sound of a fist against glass hurled her back onto her ass. “Holy crap!”
The trowel flew from her hand up into the air, narrowly missing her left ear on its descent. Her blood pumped wildly as her heart beat an out-of-control tattoo. She looked to the patio doors. Two of the most angelic—yet mischievous—faces Sienna had ever seen stared back at her.
Surely those two hadn’t the strength to bang on the doors that hard? She frantically scanned the back of the house. Bedroom windows: empty. Kitchen window: empty. Then the back door opened. Scrambling to her feet, Sienna brushed the mud from her knees.
“Oh, Lord. Here goes.” She plastered on a smile as embarrassment burned her cheeks.
When the man, presumably the kids’ father, emerged into the sunlight, her smile disintegrated, and her mouth dropped wide open. Come to Mama.
He strode out onto the decking above her. His shoulders were broad, his face handsome in a rugged, careless kind of way. His hair was thick and dark, with bits flopping onto his forehead.
She clamped her mouth shut to lock in a tongue that wanted to loll onto the grass.
“Can I help you?” He walked down the steps toward her.
His voice was deep, husky, and very, very male. Sienna shivered and drew in a shaky breath. Talk, woman, talk. “Um, hi.” She smiled. “Funny story. I was just…”
“Pinching some of my flowers?”
She laughed, the sound far too high-pitched. “I wasn’t pinching your flowers. Noooo. I was checking the soil. I’ve been…um…you know, watering them while the place has been empty.”
“Ah, I see.”
She bent over to retrieve the trowel. Anything to escape the unrelenting intensity of his gorgeous blue eyes. Lingering for a moment, she cranked her brain into overdrive thinking of something remotely feasible and effective to get her out of there in the minimum amount of time. But her brain remained so unresponsive, she considered the fact she might be dead.
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