My new roommate is a hard-working, blue collar lineman–and a scorching specimen of a man–but I swear I don’t watch him when he’s not looking.
He’s not looking, because Vaughn Collins knows that I, Valentina Brewster, have never been touched. And him? He’s had more than a few rounds with the bucket bunnies.
I escaped a lifestyle where religious freedom wasn’t accepted, and built a future for myself, when my uncle found me.
Now that I’ve stopped running, Vaughn wants to protect me, and I’m willing to let him do it. But the forced proximity is starting to get to us. I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to hold off.
I’m terribly close to asking him to teach me all the things I’ve always wanted to know.
I have a feeling he’ll have no problem saying yes…