Roughing It with Ryan. Jill Shalvis

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      IT HAD BEEN JUST A KISS.

      That’s what Ryan told himself. All night long.

      But he wouldn’t have felt “just a kiss” from his head to his toes.

      And let’s not forget all the hot spots in between.

      Sure, there were plenty of logical reasons for the almost chemical-like attraction between himself and Suzanne, two perfect strangers. For one, the situation itself had been terrifying. Obviously, that had played a big role in what had happened between the two of them up there in that loft, trapped alone on a dark, stormy night.

      But somehow he knew, deep in his gut, the instant connection he’d felt with her couldn’t be blamed on the events of the evening. Nor could the way he would have done anything—anything—just to keep her safe.