His mind had remained on Pearl, and the humiliation and confusion her resistance had caused him, since his brother had left him alone at the Lighthouse Bar the night before. He’d come up with a dozen ways to break through the barrier of her resistance. All he needed was another shot. He was Chase Paxton. The hottest womanizer ever. And no woman could withstand his charm for long. She’d fall – and soon. That’s what he made himself believe, but deep down in his heart he knew it wasn’t a game anymore. It had to be her or no one. “So, you still mad you got shot down?” Ethan teased him. “I didn’t get shot down. It was just a short delay. I’ll get her, don’t you worry about it.” “Yeah. I don’t think so.” Ethan yawned and stretched his arms up over his head. “Well, since you’re leaving, I guess you’ll just have to take my word for it.”
