I’m a single mom, freshly divorced, falling for my dad’s best friend.

…sounds like a cliche country song. Sadly this is now my life.

 

I’m returning home with my tail between my legs after a horrendously failed marriage.

 

Zion is my dad's best friend and next-door neighbor and helping my family on our Ranch.

 

I don't remember having a thing for older men or cowboys.

 

The grey around his temples reminds me that he is older but the muscles from years of ranch work tell a different story.

 

The more time I spend around him, the more I allow myself to entertain forbidden thoughts.

I keep catching him staring at me, suggesting that he is thinking the same thing. 

 

If we can't keep ourselves in control Dad and Zion could become enemies.

My fate would be worse.

 

But living next door and working with him makes it hard to keep my distance.