Mountain Daddy

Kendra Moving into my dad’s house at age thirty-two because my roommate scammed me out of my rent… not exactly what I’d call winning at life. So on my drive to Colorado, I decide I need one more night of freedom, and the cute motel on the side of the road is the perfect place to stop. Bonus that it has a bar. Extra bonus when I spot him sitting at the end of the bar. The super hot silver fox, with biceps testing the limits of his flannel. I debate between sitting alone or being bold. But when I catch him watching me, like I’m watching him, bold wins. He’s charming and sweet, and I can practically feel the chemistry crackling between us. And when I give him my room key… he uses it. But we both know this is just for one night. That we’ll never see each other again. Until a week later. When he shows up at my house. Because he’s my dad’s best friend. Luther I stare at her. The woman I worried I’d never see again. And relief wars with guilt inside my chest. Because she, the girl of my dreams, is my best friend’s daughter. And I know I’m screwed. Because I shouldn’t touch her. Not ever again. But… I know I’m going to. Soon.