Ada had never acted with such brazen disregard for self-protection, yet something about Matt pushed her to be herself and not put on a single bit of pretense. She didn’t hide or give into shyness. Neither did she pretend she didn’t want him. She’d tried to ignore Matt and the attraction she’d felt for him from the day he’d turned up with his soldiers to help her pick flowers. When he’d failed to react to her rudeness, she’d started paying greater attention.
And now she’d given up fighting.
It was time to take something for herself, no matter how fleeting that might be. Matt would leave once his work here ended. Ada understood that. She understood her heart would break—just a little—but she’d survive. She understood all of this, yet she was still going ahead and grabbing pleasure and comp
