I’m not Mr. Settle-Down-and-Start-a-Family.
I tried it, failed it, lived the scars of it.
When you find your wife tangled in the sheets with your best friend, that kind of betrayal changes a man.
So I chose isolation, retreating to the mountains where solitude became my sanctuary. I built a life of careful routine: managing my businesses, crafting custom furniture, and keeping everyone at a safe distance.
Simple. Controlled. Protected.
Then, Quinn Prescott moved into my downstairs rental, and my carefully constructed world began to crack. Her disarming smile and endless questions threatened to unravel years of meticulously built defenses.
Those innocent doe eyes hid secrets as deep as my own, and despite every instinct screaming at me to keep my distance, I found myself craving just one taste of her sweetness.
