The Drifter (Dominion Hall #20)

I swore I’d never fall for a Dane.

I’m the woman behind the desk at The Palmetto Rose. I’ve watched all of them fall, one by one—and I checked in most of the women who fell with them. I know how the story ends.

I know what loving one of those men costs. I wanted no part of it. Then, he walked into my lobby with nothing but a canvas bag. Clint Dane. A brother nobody ever mentioned. He didn’t want a favor.

He looked at me across that counter and asked the one thing no one ever had: What would you be doing, if you weren’t standing there? He’s a drifter. He’s spent his whole life leaving.

I’ve spent mine afraid to go. He doesn’t charm. He doesn’t chase. He just sees me—all the way down to the parts I’ve hidden behind a polite smile my whole life. I swore I’d never fall for a Dane.

He didn’t ask me to. He just waited until I did.