No Strings Attached

His kiss, hot and damp, grazed Clara's earlobe unintentionally - or perhaps entirely deliberately. His low chuckle hung in the air like a spell, an incantation echoing in Clara's head.

She shivered, unable to help herself. Was lan flirting with her?

Getting all hot and bothered in the vet's office - he really thought he was top dog around here. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Clara stepped back, a light smirk on her lips. "Sorry, Mr. Hayes, but you're not my cup of tea."

Her words were like a bucket of ice water doused on the flames of lan's passion. He stared at Clara's composed, serene face. His voice was laced with resignation. "So, what's your type, Clara? A gentleman o a rough man? I can be both, if it's what you're into."

Some people bend over backward for love, others play second fiddle. He was willing to change his whole persona for love, for Clara's affection.

He gazed at her, his eyes brimming with longing. He hoped to witness even the slightest flutter of her heart, but all he got was Clara's cool response.

I could never be

a trace of sentiment, picking up her phone to answer a call. "Mr. Brodie," she addressed

like your mom's set on leaving us high and dry, kiddo. Should your old man just

lan's lips as he stroked Snow's head. "Cry a bit louder, kiddo. Maybe then your

the midst of her conversation with Brodie, Clara's ears caught lan's

"Don't cry, Snow. Mommy's here, and I'm not

and slowly drifted

me off your blacklist. That way, if Snow misses you, we could video

phone. She didn't

a smiley face for verification. Just then, his phone rang. The voice of Dawson

Hayes, your mother's awake. You should come