Tiffany’s heart pounded as Jacob’s fingers gently lifted her chin, his eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.

She wasn’t supposed to feel like this—she had come here to tell him off, to put him in his place. But now, standing this close to him, her resolve was slipping, melting under the weight of his touch.

“You’re trembling,” Jacob murmured, his voice low and teasing, his grin widening as if he could read her thoughts. “What’s the matter, ...