Hate Tea Love You

Camomile
When my great-aunt left me half of her tea shop in the Florida Keys, I didn’t know she left the other half to Grayson; my childhood frenemy, my first crush, and my first kiss. CPR counts, right? Regardless, those lips are still imprinted, even if he is the most aggravating man I’ve ever known.

Grayson
She stormed into the tea shop like she owned the place. Technically she does, but I’m not about to let her ruin everything I’ve worked for while she’s been living it up in England. Isn’t chamomile relaxing? Not her. She makes every muscle in my body hard and my throat dry, but I’m thirsty for her curves. She can have the tea cups. I want those double Ds.