This, although theoretically reasonable, was completely absurd if he entered the same room as her. Every time he felt the urge to touch her, to smell her flowers, to feel the warmth of her body next to his, his barriers crumbled. He was helpless in her presence, and he f****d and enjoyed it. Did that mean he was a masochist in some way? He gave a damn. He was aware that he would eventually have to pay for this exquisite and lovely torment, but he was also aware that he could not escape it.
As Cassie pulled into the Oceans Resort's underground parking garage, she turned to face Ainsley, perplexed. This was as far as a bridal store was located.
She said, "What are we doing here?" as Ainsley parked and killed the engine.
She clarified, "I'm meeting the dressmaker here." "I reserved her bec
