He'd always had the power to infuriate her. She'd been an overeater all through her childhood, trying to stifle her anger and hurt. But now, newly slim, sleek, and stunning, Danielle Brewster had come home. Why did George Garavelli's horrendous nickname for her still haunt her? Why was he dark and devastating instead of fat and balding? He insisted she'd always been his obsession. His searing kisses made it clear he was overwhelmed. But he was committed to his family's Italian restaurant. Could they come to terms? Could they build a lasting fire, or were they forever doomed to strike sparks?
