Chapter TWO ELLIE

An hour prior to the cat poop incident

I couldn’t get him out of my head.

It was wrong.

Ridiculous.

Pathetic, even.

I thought I was done mooning over this man. This sexy as hell stranger who had more muscles than anyone needed, sexy, tribal tattoos covering his biceps, a killer mouth, and stormy bedroom eyes.

Fuck.

I should never have let him touch me.

Was he the one who touched you? My inner bitch snarked.

Shut up.

But my inner bitch was right. I was the one who jumped him.

My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I recalled that evening with perfect precision.

How good he smelled, like spicy cologne and man. How hot he looked in a pair of gray slacks and a knit polo shirt. His trimmed beard and short hair felt so soft beneath my fingers, and that mouth.

Christ, his mouth.

Swoon.

Had I ever been kissed like that before in my life?

The answer was a loud, resounding no.