A Scandal So Sweet. Ann Major

she did.

      She was glad he felt that way.

       She was glad!

      Somehow she had to make Gram and Tuck understand that Zach was dangerous, that he’d threatened her.

      Tuck, who’d gotten in trouble too many times to count, could not continue to work for Zach, who would use whatever her brother did to his own advantage.

      Squaring her shoulders, Summer got to her feet and picked up the remaining pages of her script. Then she ran into the house and up the stairs where she took a long, cold shower and brushed her teeth.

      Not that she could wash away his taste or the memory of his touch or the answering excitement in her system.

      That night, when she awoke, breathing hard from a vivid dream about Zach kissing her even more boldly, it was impossible to ignore the hunger that was both ancient and familiar lighting every nerve ending in her being.

      Wild for him, she sat up in the darkness and pushed her damp hair back from her hot face. “It was just a stupid kiss. It doesn’t matter! Zach can’t stand me any more than I can stand him.”

       So, why are you dreaming about him, aching for him, even when you know he despises you?