I can’t keep my hands or lips off Evie. I’m spending every day at her rental instead of my own, and there’s this inexplicable pull towards her. I’ve moved my painting gear there and started cooking for her, but what’s freaking me out is that it feels right. I know it can’t go anywhere. When the eight weeks are up, we’ll both be going our separate ways. We have to, and yet when she looks at me and I can see the desire in her eyes, it gives me hope. I feel like she’s mending my broken heart and for a while I forget everything—there’s only Evie. EVIE RIVERS Sleep faded as my mind woke to the swishing of waves meeting the shore. But there was something else that seemed unfamiliar and my pounding head struggled to grasp it as I inhaled a familiar masculine scent. It was the soft, easy breathing of the man my body was wrapped around, the man I had spent the night with. My heart sped up, making the drumming in my head increase.