The next morning, Timothy York woke up early as usual. He opened his eyes and first saw Summer Thorne in his arms, then his peripheral vision caught a bouquet of fresh flowers on the nightstand behind her.
The lush red roses, which happened to share the same fragrance as the shampoo she had been using recently, were a dual temptation of sight and smell. Timothy York couldn't resist and lowered his head to kiss her hair at the temple.
The woman in his arms reacted instantly to the kiss, opening her eyes to look at him.
Timothy York froze for a moment. Before he could react, Summer Thorne reached out and intertwined her fingers with his. Her voice, still husky from sleep, spoke the first words of the day. "You still hadn't agreed last night... What about Mr. Irving?"
Though a thousand thoughts raced through Timothy York's mind, one emotion ultimately conquered all others—
