Rogue Tide, Clean Heart

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He was rough tide. She was clean heart. Together? A flood no one saw coming.

The file on Yanet Sloan's desk had three lines about her future husband — Rich. Handsome. The Titan.

That was it. That was all the Jamieson family thought she needed to know about the man she was supposed to marry. Then Barrett Jamieson sat across from her at dinner, cut into his steak without looking up, and added a fourth line himself, "Last one's available for inspection. Anytime."

Yanet's fork slipped. No one told her the heir to the Jamieson empire was this rough and unfiltered, the kind of man who said exactly what he meant and never apologized for it.

On their wedding night, he leaned against the doorframe in nothing but a loose robe. "So," he said, "what kind of marriage do you want?"

She looked at the water droplet trailing down his throat. "I don't think we're suited for a sexless one."

He grinned. "Good. Because I wasn't going to offer that."

Everyone expected them to fail. One was a cold ballerina with a seven-year scar named Harlan. The other was a ruthless businessman who only married for a deal. Plastic couple. Three years max.

Even Harlan believed it. She was just angry at him. She'd come back.

A friend asked Barrett once if he minded the rumors. Barrett thought about the way Yanet bit his shoulder and gasped his name in bed. His eyes never wavered. "She chose me," he said. "What else matters?"

They kept talking and he kept not listening.

Until a blizzard. Her dance company stranded overseas. A flu outbreak spreading through the venue. And Barrett — the man who never lost his cool — doing something no one expected.

Yanet sat in a foreign hospital, wrapped in a thin coat, shivering. Then she looked up.

The snow parted, and there he was, snow in his hair, on his shoulders, breaking every rule, every border, every ounce of common sense.

"Baby," he said, voice rough as gravel, "I'm taking you home."

Later, the reporters would ask Yanet about the divorce rumors. She took Barrett's hand.

"Barrett Jamieson is the love of my life," she said. "Some people come into your life to teach you one thing: real love never asks you to stand on your tiptoes."