Returning to Alaska was never part of the plan, but I can’t walk away when my gran’s beloved bed and breakfast is crumbling before my eyes. Sticking around definitely has NOTHING to do with the smoking hot firefighter renting my parents’ guesthouse.

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(Especially not when I get to watch him paint shirtless).

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He’s got a hard candy shell, but I’m determined to tease him until I crack it. Pretty soon he’s chasing me through the hotel and straddling me on a bed to get his revenge…

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Not that it leads anywhere good, because West has the self-control of a monk. Sigh.

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He says it’s because he’s a single dad. He says it’s because he’s friends with my parents…but even a former marine has to give in to his desires sometimes.

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When West finally kisses me, I light up like a Times Square Christmas tree. He loses his restraint…I lose my shirt…

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But then his guard is back up before anything good can happen.

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Maybe I should go back to being a chef in New York and leave him be. But West is a recipe I really want to taste.

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How do I get this man to take a chance on me?