You know it's a bad idea when your escape to a postcard-perfect small town lands you crashing-literally-into the tattooed arms of Falcon Haven's most untouchable bachelor.
Saint Toussaint doesn't do second chances. Not after losing his wife. And not with his quirky five-year-old clinging to every temporary fix.
He makes it clear: two weeks, then I'm gone. But when those piercing blue eyes and calloused thumbs linger too long on my lips during a cinnamon-dusted "lesson," I'm left wrecked.
Saint's all growls and guarded walls, but I see the storm beneath, the fierce protector who'd burn the world for those he loves.
I'm supposed to keep it professional. Temporary. But with shadows from my past creeping closer and Ivy's gummy smiles melting us both, walking away feels impossible.
What happens when "just two weeks" turns into the one thing neither of us can fake?
