The man had occupied too much of her time over the past few years and she was sick of it. Finding happiness shouldn’t be a hard thing. It should be a given that it was there if you were brave enough to reach for it and she was sick to death of the past hovering over her like some kind of dark cloud keeping her from the kind of future she wanted. A big ceramic pot featuring watery, beautiful swirls of rose and turquoise sat on her worktable in the back section of The Gilded Lily. At the moment she was filling it with a selection of silk flowers for a customer. Tucking an assortment of delicate Paper Whites here and there, she sighed. Mac had held her through the night and she couldn’t recall a time when she’d slept more peacefully. He exuded strength and comfort. Yeah, he was an alpha guy all the way but along with all that testosterone was tenderness. She loved that about Mac Moreno. Love. Odd that word should come to mind when she thought of him. From the beginning there had been an instant connection.
