About the book
There’s a brown leather couch with a matching love seat, and they’re both a little worn, as is the beat-up coffee table and the end table, which has a basic lamp sitting on top of it. Sounds and looks like he walked right out of a rom-com or a romance novel. He’s calmed down with all the love bombing, as Sienna calls it. There’s a breeze blowing across the field, whipping her dark ponytail around, and the temptation is back, just like that.