Lucy Lennox

Wanting to sleep with him? Yes. Wanting to hold him and care about him? No thanks. Nico was a proven flight risk. An angry, surly man who had a history of choosing himself over others. The kind of person who could pawn off his own niece onto a pair of strangers so he could go back to his own self-centered life. He wasn’t a kind, sweet man but an instigator with a chip on his shoulder against all things Hobie.

“Come with me now voluntarily, or I will throw your sexy ass over my shoulder and take you by force. Is that what you want, Nico?”

I remembered my long-standing vow never to trust my initial lust reaction to a hot guy.