The Next Day
What do you do when the future is wide open? Scarier than the frigging Navy.
No clue what to do with the rest of his life, Zane Harris follows his Navy SEAL buddy to Foothills, an absurdly beautiful tourist town nestled in the mountains outside of Seattle.
Freya Marks risks her career to settle in her hometown, but it feels too dang good to be with her family and to gaze at the Cascades every morning.
Both struggling to find their footing, the last thing they need is to get caught up in off-the-charts pheromones that blind them to everything else.
But one night in Tahoe…
Okay, Freya, stop staring at the Norse god standing in front of you. Holding back the blushing giggle she hadn't heard herself make in a damn long time, she bit her lips together and tried not to pant. "Hi."
He left his breakfast in the bag, the idea of eating making him nauseous. "That's not what I was getting at."
Knowing he'd stepped in it and there was no recovering, well, knowing him, he'd make it so much worse if he tried, he shut the hell up and headed back out of town. She downed the rest of her breakfast in silence; somehow, even her chewing seemed irate.