A Parisian Proposition. Barbara Hannay

have her out on her ear and she’d miss out on her story.

      And even if he wasn’t so hostile, what the heck was the point of being attracted to Jonno Rivers anyhow? They belonged in different worlds.

      But she’d never felt so much chemistry. The kitchen was sizzling with it. And a dark, secretive fire burned in Jonno’s eyes whenever he looked at her. She’d never been so tongue-tied, so out of her depth…

      It was a relief when his chair scraped on the timber floor and he jumped to his feet. ‘I can hear the cattle truck bringing your steers.’

      He crossed quickly to the row of hooks near the back door where his heavy outdoor coat was hanging. ‘You don’t have to come outside now. It’s cold and you won’t be able to see much in the dark.’