Melt — Carrie Aarons

You scream. I scream. We all scream during ... well, you get the point.After a failed eight-year relationship and a cross-country move, the last thing I'm looking for as a single mom is a new flame. In fact, diapers, walls marked in crayon, and daycare pickup are the only things on my to-do list.Enter Jake Brady, your friendly neighborhood food truck owner whose dimples and delicacies won't seem to leave well enough alone. With more popularity than the president, his wine-infused sweet treats have our nation's capital hooked. He's spontaneous, smug and all-American gorgeous; a dangerous combination considering he has no interest in taking on the responsibilities that rule my life.But when we can't seem to sample enough of each other's ... desserts, things start to get complicated. Jake is biting off more than he can chew, and when I watch him with my daughter, I can't seem to freeze my melting heart.Maybe it's his waffle cone. Maybe it's his ... banana split. Either way, I think I'm in trouble with a cherry on top.