Mountain Daddy

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.