Lee

Lee Emerson was glad to be back home for a while. He loved what he did. Being a food critic and helping failing restaurants was a dream job come true. But he was tired of traveling and just wanted to take care of things around the house and relax for a change. ​

Slone, Hunter’s mate, wanted to open a fancy restaurant and have Lee run it. He wasn’t so sure about that, but he’d love nothing better than to hire that chef that had prepared the last meal he’d had in France before he left. It was the best meal he’d ever eaten, and he had been disappointed when he found out the man had left before he could tell him so. The slush claiming to cook the meal wasn’t the cook, and he’d bet his last dollar on it. ​

Kimber had had it. Her aunt had gone too far this time, and there was no way she’d expose her little girl to such meanness again. They’d live on the street first, and she was trying to tell Slone that she wasn’t a charity case. That she could provide for her daughter somehow when the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen cornered her, snarling that he’d protect her with his life. ​

Ah, hell no. Who in the hell did he think he was?