Teagan Hatch had never fallen so fast—unless the last time he’d allowed himself to get tangled up with Gwen Heartwood counted. He’d definitely fallen fast then—right in love with her.
Working with her every day since their relationship had ended had been t*****e, but he couldn’t give up the head chef job at the most prestigious inn within three hundred miles. And he wouldn’t go back to Whistlestop Shores.
Oh, no, he would not.
“I’m so sorry,” Gwen said, pure shock in her voice. Teagan wiped the hot sauce off his arm and looked at her. A beautiful flush stained her neck and face, turning her from a pale goddess into an embarrassed woman in less than a moment.
He wanted to laugh. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to assure her everything was fine, and they could go to lunch later, and may
