He couldn’t concentrate at work. She plagued his fantasies, his dreams, and every waking moment. She made him furious, but still all he could think of was pushing her into the nearest wall and doing all sorts of very interesting things to her until they were both sweaty and exhausted and there was nothing left to fight about. He knew—knew just as certainly as he knew his own birthday—despite all their differences, making love would be the one language they’d both speak fluently. Where they’d be in perfect sync. Too bad that came with all sorts of complications two stubborn people like them couldn’t seem to get around. Brad checked his phone, scrolling over a list of missed calls and messages then thrusting the damn thing in his pocket. Irritation pricked at him. He had out-of-town business for the next two days and Olivia’s time here was ticking down. He had to take action now. As soon as he stepped onto the porch, an alarming whine assailed his ears.
