I’ve hated Luke Bennet since he kissed me in the greenhouse.

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.