Having beaten the odds, Ashley Miller graduated from college with a double majors, Architectural Design and Culinary Arts, accomplishing both without once neglecting her son. Being a single mother while attending wasn't an easy task, but to succeed she'd had to make sacrifices especially her personal life. Ashley had resigned herself to a life alone without the comfort of a man to love her and to accept her and love her son.
Nicholas Maxwell had long ago given up happily ever after, because of a long ago tragedy, now his life revolved around growing his construction business and spending time with his family…that was until his eyes landed on his newly appointed Architectural Designer. Now he had a chance to have what he'd always wanted, but feared that he'd never have.
Will an event from both their pasts come to light destroying what they are trying to build?
The sunken tub in the bathroom looked so inviting she took a long, luxurious bubble bath. It felt wonderful, the water so soothing and relaxing. Engrossed in her serenity, she drifted off to sleep.
She came to, no longer in the tub. She lay on a bed wrapped in a towel, Nicholas looming above her. Only a towel covered him as well. He must have just finished showering. Her eyes traveled the length of his body—every inch of him cut to perfection. When her eyes met his, her body reacted of its own accord. Ashley sat up, reached out to trace the contours of his chest, and slowly ran her hands over the sprinkling of hair that covered it. She loved the way his body reacted to her touch. The lightest contact, and his muscles constricted. Because of her movements, her towel slipped to the floor, forgotten, just like her inhibitions. Her hands reached his towel, and she raised her eyes to his.
"What do you want?" he asked hoarsely, as if holding back.
Ashley didn't even think about lying to him. "You," she whispered.