Kendra
Moving into my dad’s house at age thirty-two because my roommate scammed me out of my rent… not exactly what I’d call winning at life.
So on my drive to Colorado, I decide I need one more night of freedom, and the cute motel on the side of the road is the perfect place to stop. Bonus that it has a bar.
Extra bonus when I spot him sitting at the end of the bar.
The super hot silver fox, with biceps testing the limits of his flannel.
I debate between sitting alone or being bold. But when I catch him watching me, like I’m watching him, bold wins.
He’s charming and sweet, and I can practically feel the chemistry crackling between us.
And when I give him my room key… he uses it.
But we both know this is just for one night. That we’ll never see each other again.
Until a week later.
When he shows up at my house.
Because he’s my dad’s best friend.
Luther
I stare at her.
The woman I worried I’d never see again.
And relief wars with guilt inside my chest. Because she, the girl of my dreams, is my best friend’s daughter.
And I know I’m screwed.
Because I shouldn’t touch her.
Not ever again.
But… I know I’m going to.
Soon.
Moving into my dad’s house at age thirty-two because my roommate scammed me out of my rent… not exactly what I’d call winning at life.
So on my drive to Colorado, I decide I need one more night of freedom, and the cute motel on the side of the road is the perfect place to stop. Bonus that it has a bar.
Extra bonus when I spot him sitting at the end of the bar.
The super hot silver fox, with biceps testing the limits of his flannel.
I debate between sitting alone or being bold. But when I catch him watching me, like I’m watching him, bold wins.
He’s charming and sweet, and I can practically feel the chemistry crackling between us.
And when I give him my room key… he uses it.
But we both know this is just for one night. That we’ll never see each other again.
Until a week later.
When he shows up at my house.
Because he’s my dad’s best friend.
Luther
I stare at her.
The woman I worried I’d never see again.
And relief wars with guilt inside my chest. Because she, the girl of my dreams, is my best friend’s daughter.
And I know I’m screwed.
Because I shouldn’t touch her.
Not ever again.
But… I know I’m going to.
Soon.
