August 16, 2016
Tate Warren has never met a woman he couldn’t charm—until now.
Wren Gallagher won’t give him the time of day and it’s making him crazy.
But he won’t give up without a fight… because there’s one thing he knows for sure:
Enemies make the best lovers.
Most women swoon over Tate’s devilish grin and firefighter uniform. But Wren couldn’t be less impressed by his good looks and flirtatious banter—in fact, she seems to downright despise him. She thinks he’s a player, but his attraction to her is no game. Wren is unlike anyone he’s ever known and he isn’t about to let the feisty, gorgeous woman slip through his fingers.
Wooing Wren would be so much easier if she didn’t hate him…
Or does she?
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He had a . . .thing for her. A thing that wasn’t going away anytime soon. And he wanted to know if she could possibly have a thing for him too. Could she? Could she let down her walls and let him in? Not fight him every step of the way? Most of the time he didn’t even know what they were arguing about. He was over it.
But he definitely wasn’t over Wren.
“Are you part merman or what?” she asked when his head emerged from the water. She scowled at him, like she was pissed, and his defenses automatically went up.
He didn’t want to spend today like this.
“Why do you say that?” he asked as he slowly swam closer to her. He didn’t want to startle her, but he was this close to hauling her into his arms and shutting her up. Kissing sounded like a lot more fun than arguing.
“You were underwater for so long. I, um, got worried.” She shrugged one bare shoulder, the water slipping over her skin, and he discovered it was possible to be jealous of water.
“You worried about me, Dove?” He treaded water right in front of her, wishing they weren’t so deep. He’d rather be standing when he kissed her, but he could make do if needed. “I’m touched.”
“You should be. The last thing I need is you drowning on my watch.” A smile teased the corners of her perfect lips, and relief hit him hard and swift, nearly taking his breath.
Good. She wasn’t mad. She wasn’t going to put up a fight. This was going to be a good afternoon. A progressive afternoon. That’s what he wanted. What she needed.
“On your watch, huh?” He raised a brow, reaching out and streaking his fingers across her shoulder. She jumped a little, moving away from him, but he just followed. “Aren’t I supposed to be the one taking care of you?”
“I can take care of myself.”
“I know you can, but right now, you’re on my watch.” He grinned when she frowned. “Come on, Wren. Throw me a bone here. I’m the big bad firefighter who’s come to your rescue. Let me live my fantasy, if just for a little bit.”
She laughed, the joyous sound ringing through the air. The lake wasn’t too busy. It was a weekday, and not many people came to this beach since it was mostly frequented by the Wildwood locals. They were pretty much alone, with the occasional boat or Jet Skier passing by.
“You have a hero complex?” she teased.
He scoffed. “Of course I do. Why do you think I work this job?”
Her laughter grew. “I figured you tried to drive women crazy in your uniform.”
“Do I drive you crazy when I wear my uniform?”
The laughter died. Her expression grew serious. “You drive me crazy when you wear just the board shorts.”
His mouth went dry.