He doesn’t remember our first kiss. I’ll never forget it. And that’s just one reason why I hate Luke Bennet. He doesn’t remember the night I’ll never forget. That kiss, touched with whiskey and fire, branded me like a red-hot iron. But it meant nothing to him. Now he’s back along with his brothers to save the family’s flower shop where I work, and Luke is at the helm. Armed with an irresistible smile and unrivaled charm, he swoops in just like he always does, without a care in the world or a serious bone in his gorgeous body. He’s so sincere in his determination to save Longbourne, I almost can’t be mad at him. Almost. I hate Luke Bennet. Because if I don’t, I’ll fall in love with him.