Greg had a whole lot of thoughts as they leaned back against opposite counters in the Lamont B&B kitchen, guzzling monstrous glasses of orange juice. The kitchen had been utterly modernized, in ways that made it look traditionally old. Black appliances, walnut cupboards with brass handles, and dark granite counters. The hardwood oak floor was finished and sealed. The indirect and discreet lighting was unneeded as the sun was currently streaming in through the eastern windows lighting Jessica’s hair as she leaned by the sink. She was positively a shining beacon offset by the lush warmth of the décor.
He was no longer thinking of the woman with the amazing body. Well, not only. He was also seeing the woman who never bowed to a challenge but instead grabbed it with both fists and her teeth b
