Dominic Clarke is big, burly, and on the wrong side of a family feud.
Off. Freaking. Limits.
Ten years after leaving, I'm back in my hometown with my tail between my legs.
Living with my parents after a failed engagement doesn't exactly scream 'I've-got-my-life-together'.
You know what else makes me want to crawl into a hole and never come out?
Dominic Clarke.
The man is built like a Greek god.
Hands calloused from woodworking, muscles honed over all the years I've been away.
I...
Just give me a minute, here.
I need to pick my jaw up off the floor.
Oh, and my panties, too. How did they get down there?
I want to climb him like a tree, but there's a problem.
We're supposed to hate each other.
Our families have been fighting for generations, and being with him would definitely add 'disowned' to the list of my accomplishments.
But boundaries were made for crossing...right?
