He’s older and demanding. He’s arrogant and infuriating. He’s very much in charge. Exactly the kind of problem I don’t need on my new job. I’m going to make this restaurant amazing. Even if I have to ignore my boss so I don’t commit murder! Only thing worse than his attitude is that body. That sculpted jawline and pristine muscles. This job would be so much easier if Noah didn’t look the way he does. It shouldn’t be that hard to stay away from each other. Yet we find ourselves over and over in the most inappropriate places. The wine dungeon. The new countertops. I’ll let him take me anytime and anywhere. But it’s all fun and games until someone gets pregnant. I know I have to tell him. But what can I do if he finds out himself?

He’s confident and sexy. He knows the land. Screw the job, I want him to screw me. I’m going to inspect this vineyard and get out of here. My recommendations are based on science. Not on Kane’s idea of some mystical connection with the vines. He’s earthy and runs on instinct. I’m organized and carry a clipboard. I cannot be attracted to a man like that. Yet here we are, in an entangled mess. That keeps getting more and more confusing. And now I can’t run away. I’m keeping a secret. He’s going to find out. Will he want this child as much as I do?