His Heart Her Secret

othing like Maya had imagined Liam Aragon would choose. It had wood-panel walls, soft jazz music, a

simple lavender blouse and a nervous smile he stood up like a gentleman. It surprised her. She hadn't pegged him

unch," she said, gently smoothing the

he replied, locking eyes with h

t in her throat. "I

thinking about you since the day we met. At first, I thought it was curiosity because you were di

eechless. Her heart wa

orrected, ey

enly overwhelmed. "I'm just a secretary. Your fri

palm was warm, steady. "Then let it ruin everything," he said

be silent, let her eyes say what her lips were afraid to a

er, just as the sun dipped beneath the skyline,

of something terrifying and beautiful. A

otion Maya thought only existed in novels. And as her hands found their way to his ches