Wolf Wayburn is the devil in an Armani suit with the body of a Greek god. He thinks I'm just a small-town girl who he can intimidate—but I never back down from a fight.
The first time we met, he cut me off at a gas station. So, I flashed him the bird and mocked his family jewels. The second time we met, he tried to get me fired. He took his shot—and he missed. At least for now. Wolf Wayburn was an ex-Navy SEAL with an attitude. But it would take a lot more than the big, bad Wolf to scare me off. I had ninety days to win the man over. To convince him that I was the right person for the job. But spending endless amounts of time with him proved more challenging than I'd expected. He was stubborn and broody and charming and sexy—all at the same time. I despised him as much as I craved him. We taunted and teased and terrorized one another for weeks. The first time he dropped to his knees, it was to search me for a weapon. The second time…it was an altogether different story. I never planned to fall for the enemy. Because I knew it was easier to hate Wolf Wayburn than to love him.
