Lahat ng Kabanata ng HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 7

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥---Chapter TwoThe Warning Beneath the SuitThe morning sun barely filtered through the thin curtains of Evelyn’s kitchen window, casting long strips of pale gold across the old wood floor. She stood barefoot on the chilled boards, coffee in hand, hair unbrushed, shirt borrowed from her late father—faded red plaid hanging off one shoulder—and tried to ignore the storm rising in her gut. Last night’s encounter with Damien Romano had not just left her rattled; it had torn something loose inside her. Something dangerous. The man had stepped onto her land like he belonged, like the dirt itself bent beneath his polished shoes, and then he’d spoken with a calm so soaked in arrogance it had made her see red. But it was his eyes that haunted her—silver, unreadable, like moonlight over deep water, hiding the depths beneath. He didn’t just want her land. He wanted control. And maybe... something more. She hated herself for the heat his presence had ignited in her. It had

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥---Chapter FourThe Heat Behind the NameEvelyn should’ve known better than to accept a dance from Damien Romano. Because one dance turned into two. And two turned into a smoldering silence between them that stretched all the way to the parking lot and lit her thoughts on fire long after she slammed her truck door shut.Three days later, she found him again—on her land.She heard the engine first, a sleek European purr that didn’t belong anywhere near dust or cattle. When she stepped out from the barn, he was already out of the car, wearing navy slacks, a button-down she could smell the cologne from, and a smug grin like he was waiting for applause.“You lost?” she asked, arms crossed, boots planted.“Not at all,” he said, glancing around like he’d just bought the view. “Just admiring the scenery.”“You’ve got ten seconds to stop trespassing before I show you what country girls do to uninvited guests.”He laughed. “What, hit me with a rake?”She stepped forward,

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Six — “What the Fire Left Behind” The door clicked shut, and Evelyn stood frozen on the other side, her hand still gripping the handle like it might turn back time. Her breath left in shallow bursts, eyes stinging as the weight of what she'd just done pressed down on her chest. She hadn’t just shut him out. She had carved a line in fire between them—and for once, it didn’t make her feel powerful. Outside, she heard nothing. Not the engine. Not his footsteps. Not even the wind. But she knew he was still there. She could feel it, a presence lingering like the scent of burnt sugar and gasoline. Dangerous. Bitter. Sweet. She pressed her back against the door, slid down to the floor, and stared at the ceiling like it held answers. But all it held was silence. And she hated silence. It made space for thoughts. And tonight, hers were spiraling. When the quiet grew too thick, she rose to her feet, marched to the back porch, and stared into the darkne