Chapter 415

He had lain awake most of the night thinking about that fucking kiss. It was his damned pride that made him do it. She had been fawning over the fucking arsehole imposter and Jonathon wanted to wipe any and all thoughts of the fuckwit from her mind. He hadn’t realized that kissing her would be like touching a live wire. Oh, he knew it would be good, there was no doubt in his mind about that. What he hadn’t been prepared for was the nuclear explosion that had gone off in his brain—and nearly in his pants—when their tongues touched. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman affected him so suddenly and completely. Another reason for him to stay away from her. It was bound to be awkward when he finally did see her. He wasn’t quite sure how to play it. Should he pretend nothing had happened or should he tell her it was the whiskey? He couldn’t tell her the truth—that he was the real Jonathon Ashby and he wanted to prove it to her. He sighed and shook his head. No, he couldn’t tell her tha