There's a hot billionaire in the carpool line that has every mom putting on her lipstick before she drops her kid off to school. Me included.
But I can't be tempted by a body hewn from granite or eyes that could melt the polar ice caps . . . because that hot billionaire is also my boss, Ryan Sheridan.
Single moms like me can't play with fire. Especially not when I've finally landed a job that pays a decent salary, and even managed to buy a townhouse where I can raise my son without my parents looking over my shoulder, shaking their heads.
So I'll keep reminding myself that, even as his sapphire eyes pry their way into my heart, threatening to unlock the secrets that I keep hidden in a dark corner of my soul.
My past could destroy the life I've built for my son and me.
I can't afford full disclosure.
Contains mature themes.
