Hannah

The sound of laughter and clinking champagne glasses filled the rented beach house, but all Addison could focus on was the man at the stove. The private chef her best friend had hired for the weekend was tall, quiet, and entirely too attractive to be slicing garlic like that. She was supposed to be helping decorate cupcakes, but her attention kept drifting to the way his sleeves were rolled just enough to show a tattoo on his forearm. When he caught her staring, he smirked.