Whiskey in the Jar Romance

“You think this is just work?”

The tone—low and filled with tension—zinged through her body. Her legs trembled with the urge to take a step back. “Yes.”

“Want me to prove otherwise?”His eyes darkened to the color of the sky right before midnight hit. As a threat, as a warning, it was damn good. But she’d gone too far to give in now.

“You can’t.”Yeah, she’d just waved a red flag in front of a bull.

He didn’t move a muscle. His focus on her was so absolute, she wanted to squirm. “You’re into challenging dangerous men these days, aren’t you?”

She kept her stance. “You’re not all that dangerous, Heath.”

His smile stole her breath. Then he moved.