The moment I meet the admittedly cute trespasser ready to attack me in my sister’s home just weeks after a tragic accident took her from us, I know the woman’s going to be trouble.
She’s sexy as hell, distractingly curvy—and obviously keeping things from me and my family. Worse than that, she’s definitely afraid of something, and it’s driving me crazy she won’t tell me what.
The thing is, I’m not just starting to feel protective of the walking flight risk, but damn possessive, too. And the more I’m with her, the more I want to be the man that gets her past the fears she’s got bottled up.
In both her head and her heart.