These two are probably the most quintessential “opposites attract” couple I’ve ever written. She is so quirky and offbeat and he’s so serious and reserved with his emotions, it was great fun to put them on the page and let them needle each other into middle ground. One of my favorite scenes is at Carly and Jackson’s wedding (the characters from book 2, Gimme Some Sugar), where Sloane teases Gavin mercilessly about how he’s never danced in the rain or done anything silly. But then he turns the tables on her (I won’t tell you how, you’ll have to read!), surprising not just Sloane, but himself in the process. Of course, it leads to steamy business, too, and that’s always good stuff!

Somewhere between the sexy curve of her mouth and the half-dare coming out of it, Gavin flung his stalwart caution to the wind. He knew how to live life, dammit. Losing his mother with barely any warning had taught him just how quickly things could slip away.

This moment wasn’t going to be one of them.

Gavin rounded the bistro table in a purposeful stride, stopping only when he was close enough to feel the rise of Sloane’s chest over her sharp inhale of surprise. “I know how to have fun, and I don’t have to run around in the rain to do it.”

“You don’t?” Sloane squeaked, but she didn’t take a step back. Instead, she lifted her gaze to meet his head-on, and there was no mistaking the want in her eyes.

“I don’t. Let’s go.”