EVERLEIGH

Ronan was in the kitchen when I came down for the day. He sat at the island scrolling through a tablet with a mug in his hand. He winked at me and his sinfully sexy smirk stopped me in my tracks.

“Morning.”

It was just one word and my ovaries were already working overtime.

Why was his slight Irish accent so sexy? Everything about this man screams sex. And he’s just sitting in a pair of loose shorts, bare chest and tattoos exposed, pretending to be innocent.

Does he know the effect