Easygoing, easy-loving carpenter Sean MacNeill is good with his hands and quick on his feet. The last thing he’s looking for is a widow with baggage, no matter how appealing.
Responsible Rachel is fleeing the aftermath of her husband’s suicide…and the men he owed money to. The last thing she wants complicating her new life is a sexy carpenter, no matter how tempting.
But sometimes the last person you want is the one person you need…
“We can manage on our own.” “Sure.” His mouth glided down to the curve of her jaw, found the pulse point just below her ear. “But if there’s anything I can do to help…” It wasn’t just the suggestion of sex in his voice that loosened her knees and made her go all soft and liquid inside. It was the under note of humor, the promise of shared fun. As if, as long as he held her, she could shed the worried caretaker with tired eyes who’d taken control of her mirror and become someone else. Someone a gorgeous man in a sleeveless T-shirt could tease and make love with. Someone warm and urgent and alive she might have been once upon a time. Someone stupid. This time she did gulp. “I think you’ve probably done enough.” “Lady, I am just getting started.”