Holy, mother! She held her breath and then let it out in a slow whoosh. This was Holden, the man of her secret dreams. The man she’d accidently slept with, and enjoyed very much. The man she’d hurt greatly by admitting she thought he was someone else. Max would be livid if he ever found out. He didn’t want them in a relationship, much less a friends with benefits situation. Darla and Melanie, her two closest friends, would tell her she was insane. That she needed time to get over Len and her heartache. But wasn’t that exactly what Holden was offering? A chance to escape that pain and enjoy the moment? Seeing Holden naked again, letting him touch her, kiss her, the way he had all those years ago would help her get over Len rapidly. But here she was holding out her hand to shake on a deal that was completely sinful and wrong in so many ways. And exactly what she wanted, needed. A chance to let herself go, to enjoy herself, to make love and then go about on her own without an obligation.
