Swear to Me

<p><strong>Dominic Clarke is big burly and on the wrong side of a family feud.</strong></p><p><strong>Off. Freaking. Limits.</strong></p><p><br></p><p>Ten years after leaving I'm back in my hometown with my tail between my legs.</p><p>Living with my parents after a failed engagement doesn't exactly scream 'I've-got-my-life-together'.</p><p><br></p><p>You know what else makes me want to crawl into a hole and never come out?</p><p>Dominic Clarke.</p><p><br></p><p>The man is built like a Greek god.</p><p>Hands calloused from woodworking muscles honed over all the years I've been away.</p><p><br></p><p>I...</p><p>Just give me a minute here.</p><p>I need to pick my jaw up off the floor.</p><p>Oh and my panties too. How did they get down there?</p><p><br></p><p>I want to climb him like a tree but there's a problem.</p><p>We're supposed to hate each other.</p><p>Our families have been fighting for generations and being with him would definitely add 'disowned' to the list of my accomplishments.</p><p><br></p><p>But boundaries were made for crossing...right?</p>