Cross

<p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Cross Jacobs was a screw-up. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Everyone knew it especially him and the point was hammered home when Kallie Welch drove herself right out of his life. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But she's back. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Seeing Cross wasn't on Kallie's to-do list. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>She didn't think she could avoid him forever but trying never hurt anyone. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>One minute she's standing by herself and the next she's accosted by a rich velvety scent that could only belong to one man: Cross. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>At face value he's divine. He's rugged and confident with a smile that melts her right where she's standing. It doesn't take long to find him charming witty and the owner of a few legitimate businesses- not at all like the mischievous boy she left. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>He laughs and her heart flutters. With a touch of his hand she's dizzy. She's pretty certain she's going to die when he pulls her into an embrace and touches his lips to her forehead. </span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>It feels right. It feels so right. But is it? </span></p><p><br></p><p><br></p>