Liam O’Grady had met all kinds of women; those who fell all over him, those who kept sending him flirtatious looks, coy and winsome, to show their interest.

But his woman before him, no this nineteen going on twenty young lass, she was in a league of her own. He bristled, his fists clenching as he sought to rein in his temper.

She had the audacity to be sassy, to give him lip, when he had all but left all his work, his business, to go scouting for that dirty bastrd, Dean ...