A muscle slides along his jaw. “I’m not one to back down from something I want, Megan.” Oh, boy. I tell myself not to get tingles over those words. I want. He doesn’t want me. Just a fake fiancée. But too late. The tingles are rising, spreading across my skin as he informs me, “I’m looking at what I want right now. And, fair warning, I will try to get it.”
