Description
Adam Stone is not a saint.He's six-foot-two, naughty blue eyes, cocky grin, and a bod blessed by the gods.He's a surfer, a soldier, a pilot, and he's been my friend since I moved to our small town when we were just kids.But another man took my hand.He took my innocence, took my trust, and broke my heart.I was young. I didn't know love could be a weapon.I didn't know the hand that caressed you could also cut you.Now that man is dead, and I'm a single-mom survivor wearing a mask so perfect, no one knows the truth. Trust doesn't come easy, and surviving is a hard habit to break.But when a plumbing disaster leaves me homeless, one night in Adam Stone's (supposedly) empty bed changes everything.I've hidden my scars so long, I don't know how else to be, but I want to try.I'm in love with Adam Stone. I love every glance, every wink, every protective touch...He says he's different. He says he loves me and my son, and he wants to take care of us.I believe in this love.All I need is a little luck.