Ignite

I promise, my new neighbor is a handsome single dad who works as a fireman, but I didn't intentionally set off the smoke alarm.

(And when he barged in and saw me in my underwear, I was really horrified.)

Naturally, nothing occurred since I, Winnie MacAllister, the hopeless romantic with a persistently shattered heart, had vowed to stay away from men for a whole year.

Even imposing males with well-defined jawline, protruding biceps, and intensely brown eyes that quicken my breathing. Even ex-SEALs that make my skin tingle, with their powerful hands and big chests. Even the attractive, sour males who say they don't believe in love yet are preoccupied with raising two cute young children.

Up until the night Dex kisses me, when I let down all my guard.

(Plus my panties.)

He's accurate when he claims he's not gentle. He's correct when he advises me to accept the ideal job I've been given in a different state. He claims he could never be the guy I deserve and that he is too old for me.

He's in error.

Despite our twelve-year age difference, there is an unquenchable fire between Dex and me.

How do I get him to believe that we can live happily ever after?