Tall – check. Muscular – check. Tatted – double check. Until he opens his mouth. Adam is grumpy, rude, and obnoxious as hell. He’s the kind of guy who deserves double fisted middle fingers. And I really should tell him exactly where he can shove his insults. Instead, I bite my tongue. He intrigues me and I can’t fight the need I have to find out what caused the pain so evident in his dark eyes. Soon the thick hungry flames surrounding Adam consume me. I should’ve known better. Because when you play with fire, you’re bound to get burned.