When Lucas Benning relocated to Kansas City, he agreed to allow his best friend’s sister to remain under his roof. Problem is, they’ve despised each other since he cut off her hair when she was fifteen. They drive each other crazy – he disrupts her work; she always has to have the last word. But as Valentine's Day approaches, his sentimental side can’t accept Olivia’s jaded perspective that the holiday’s for fools. He vows to prove romance is real and it doesn’t go hand-in-hand with sex. Except the game he starts to prove a point awakens a frightening passion he can’t escape.
Eccentric artist Olivia McDaniels finds Lucas’ proposal laughable. A man can’t woo a woman he’s not attracted to, let alone one he can’t stand. Yet when her brother commissions a portrait of Lucas, she begins to see a different side of the man. He’s tender, selfless and, to her horror, his thoughtfulness chips away at the walls she’s erected around her heart. Only, Lucas belongs to another woman, and the feelings he stirs inside Olivia can only lead to pain.
Will Cupid forge a timeless bridge between their differences? Or will his arrows eternally miss the mark?
Mere inches away, all she had to do was reach out one fingertip to trace his firm jaw, his full mouth.
His eyes held hers, unblinking. In the next heartbeat, his smile wavered, replaced by a strange softness that sent her pulse bounding and her heart hammering against her ribs. God, if he had been any other man, those signals screamed go. Warned loud and clear kissing came next. Kisses she hadn't had, or wanted, since Robert.
"Did you finish the portrait?" Lower now, his voice hung in the awkward silence.
She swallowed, finding only the strength to whisper, "No."
"I think you need inspiration."
Unbelievably, his gaze dropped to her mouth, lingering long enough to send a wave of heat coursing through her.
She moistened her lips, tamping down a burst of nervousness. "What kind of inspiration?"
Reaching out, he caught a lock of her hair between thumb and forefinger. Energy thrummed down her spine, raising the downy hairs on her arms.
"Not sure," he murmured. "Tell me what the pose is."