Bluehaven Beach

Reasons not to fall head over heels for my smokin' hot neighbor:

1. He's a single dad who's got a decade on me and a protective streak a mile wide.

2. He's a grumpy ex-SEAL who could snap me like a twig.

3. He's a small-town guy and I'm a city slicker.

I'm not back in Bluehaven Beach for long. I'm just here to give my dad's bar a facelift and make a quick buck, then I can return to NYC to sip on fancy cocktails and chase my baking dreams.

The kicker? The only construction worker who can help with my renovation project is the brooding, out-of-bounds guy next door, Cole McCoy.

Rather than focusing on my dreams, all I can see are his rock-hard abs, soulful eyes, and wickedly strong hands. I try to resist, but all it takes is one slip and we're out of our underwear and in each other's arms.

Maybe it'll be a one-time thing.

Okay, a two-time thing.

Fine. An every-single-night thing.

This can't carry on. I've got an interview for my dream job soon, and he's busy raising two awesome girls. Did I mention he's not exactly a believer in happily ever after?

But why is it that every time he asks me to leave, all I hear is stay?