Ben McCallister wasn't like any man attorney Harper Finch had ever dated. For one, his hands were rough and calloused from working all day at his mechanic shops; two, his muscled arms, back, and chest were covered in tattoos; and three, he rode a Harley.
The men Harper dated were the ones her daddy would approve of: white-collar, with hands as soft as hers, and the most ink any of them had ever had was a fraternity seal that stayed hidden under short sleeves.
But there was something about this bearded man . . . how gentle and caring he was with her-outside the bedroom, that is. But his manners in the bedroom? Let's just say he didn't have any-which suited Harper just fine.
He was a dream come true. If only she were allowed to dream anymore . . . but her family and her secret made that impossible. She'd have to settle for a fun summer fling.
She should have known Ben McCallister would never 'settle' for anything less than all of her-forever.
