The rain fell in silver sheets over the sleepy town of Maple Hollow, a place where nothing ever happened—until he arrived.
Sienna Blake had never believed in fate. She believed in her café, her quiet books, and the comfort of solitude. But that night, as she stood beneath the awning of her closed shop, a man emerged from the storm, drenched, dangerous, and devastatingly handsome.
"Do you serve coffee after midnight?" he asked, voice gravel over silk.
Something about him stirred her—his piercing eyes, the smirk playing on his lips, and the way his soaked shirt clung to a body carved by sin.
Sienna hesitated only a moment. "For you? I just might."
Inside, the café became a world apart from the storm. As she poured him coffee, their fingers brushed—an electric pulse zipped through her. He noticed.
"I'm Cole," he said, staring at her like he already knew the taste of her skin.
She should have looked away. Instead, she met his gaze. "Sienna."
That night, the storm outside was nothing compared to the fire kindling between them.