"Come up to my room with me . . . " The invitation came in a deep, husky voice as I was sobbing into my floral arrangement and consuming all the alcohol during the lowest night of my life. I should have said 'no'. It was wrong to accept the handsome soldier's offer. But I was hurting. I wanted those rough hands and those soft lips and that sculpted body on me.

I was never supposed to see him again. But two years later, he's here-in Copper Heights-just as tall, rugged, and charming as the night we met. Meanwhile, I've got green pea puree in my hair, dark circles around my eyes, and I can't remember the last time I changed out of these yoga pants. I'm different now. I'm a mother. Overworked, sleep deprived, and running on an empty tank. Plus, I have a business to run and I'm determined to prove that I can do it on my own. But he's a distraction. He's staring at me, his dark, compelling eyes raking my rumpled figure like I just stepped off a runway. I must be dreaming because there's no way he's attracted to me.

The charming tower of a man has his secrets and I've got mine. This is going to be a nightmare . . . so why is he watching me like I'm his dream come true?

Contains mature themes.