You met at a bar. Got to know one another. Now you practically live wherever she is. You like to test her. Just a little. You push. Tease. Flirt past boundaries. But you didn’t expect her to catch your wrist when you smirk and walk away—and say, low, “Let’s try that again, sweetheart. But with less attitude this time.” And suddenly? You forget every comeback you had. ——————

You’re joking around at her jobsite, sitting on a beam, swinging your legs, distracting her crew.

Sloane walks over, expression unreadable, and says, “Sweetheart, I love you. But if you don’t get down from there, I’m carrying you down and locking you in my truck until you learn how to behave.”