He’d done it again. Tyler had said something that had Tawny topsy-turvy and not sure what the heck was going on.
Did he like that their relationship was too real? Or was he upset about it and wanted to pull back? See her less? Kiss her never again?
Because the man kissed her like she was his dying breath, and she felt herself slipping down a slope toward loving him quickly. So he’d done some private investigating on Omar. He was probably right that the avocado grower did more than Tawny knew.
And though he wore his beach clothes, she still felt like a princess walking on his arm into the hotel, which now sported a huge, twenty-five-foot Christmas tree in the lobby on the first floor.
“Holy cow.” Tyler paused and drank in the tree before him, a smile spreading across his handsome face.
