Ash couldn’t believe she stood on the beach with Burke Lawson. Sure, she’d run with him hundreds of times. Probably thousands. But none of their mornings had started like this.
“I’m just as much to blame as you are,” she said. “I shouldn’t have acted like our relationship was real when it was only an agreement.”
“Ash,” he said, but she held up her hand, and he didn’t continue. That was new. The old Burke would’ve said what he wanted.
This man before her was a completely different man with the same flop of gorgeous blond hair and those eyes.
Oh, yes, those eyes would always be her undoing.
“I knew we needed to go slow, but I was so convinced you weren’t being genuine with me.”
“I was,” he whispered.
“I know that now. I’ve never eaten so many tacos in my life.”
Burke opened his mouth
