Aurora seethed inwardly when she heard his starting bid.

She quickly threw a counterbid before anyone else could. “A thousand and fifty dollars,” she said, her eyes shooting daggers at Rowan. Everything about this man absolutely irritated her. She couldn’t let him win.

He could feel her burning gaze on him, he was hyper aware of her presence, he always was, a predicament he always had to deal with, not that he was complaining or anything. She just felt different. Everything did. She no longer looked at him softly; instead, he could feel the hatred in her gaze boring a hole into his soul. He knew he had hurt her,...