For Love or Honey
For Love or Honey
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When the devil comes to town, you have to meet him head-on.
Which is exactly what I did when Grant Stone rolled into our small Texas town, driving a sports car I could fit in the bed of my truck, wearing a suit as black as his soul. He’s here to acquire mineral rights to half a dozen farms in town.
And there’s no way he’s getting mine.
Showing him the small town ropes is the quickest way to enjoy him make a fool of himself and keep my enemy nice and close. Grant might have an angle, but that’s fine by me—I’ve got one of my own.
The more I’m near him, the harder it is to ignore the heat in his gaze. Every touch is the strike of a match. Every word we exchange is charged with more than I want to admit.
And one kiss washes the line between us away.
The problem with meeting the devil head-on? My heart is left wide open.
I only hope he doesn’t break it.