Kenton POV
Natasha Raymond was turning out to be far more trouble than I’d expected. Irritated with the way the morning had gone, I tapped my finger on top of the velour jewelry box sitting in front of me on the patio table of my hotel suite. I had never had trouble attracting women. It had been a great source of pride most of my teenage and adult life. A simple smile, wink, or compliment and I’d have any woman I wanted falling all over herself for my attention. A gift would turn them to putty in my hands and I could get them to do anything I desired. This woman was unlike any I’d ever encountered, and it grated on the nerves that the woman I most coveted was so strong-willed and contrary.
I suppose I should have expected no less. Acquiring the Winter Valley pack and its legendary gi
