He stepped closer and brushed a stray curl off her cheek.

“Asher...” Longing flickered across her face. Maggie bit her lower lip.

“Yeah?”

“You’re flirting with me.” She said it softly, warily, as if she couldn’t decide if she liked it or not.

“Yeah.”

Her brow furrowed. “And you’re at work.”

“Is that the only reason you don’t like it?”

As if by habit, she rested a hand on the dog’s back. Jackson sent Asher a dubious look.

I know, buddy. Crashing hard, here.

Her chest rose with a deep breath. Her earlier flush returned to her cheeks. “Who said I didn’t like it?”

“A hunch.”

She glanced over her shoulder and around him before rising up to steal a kiss.

Clearly not. Sliding his fingers into her hair, he sank into the kiss. She tasted like mint and woman.

His pulse kicked up. Drove higher as her hands skimmed his back.

She murmured, a pleasure-filled sound that hummed along his skin.

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SUTTER CREEK, MONTANA: Passion and happily-ever-afters in Big Sky Country