Mark’s POV

She knew what she was doing. I was pretty much sure she knew exactly what she was doing. I noticed her glances, the way she bit her lips when I had kissed her forehead yesterday, looking away when I caught her staring. She was beautiful, captivating—every man’s dream—but she was my best friend’s daughter. I wasn’t going to hit on her. Ever. Not even at gunpoint. After she left yesterday I just couldn’t rest easy, I couldn’t stop thinking about her when I had gotten ...