Noah is the hottest guy Iíve ever been with. Iím obsessed with his rock-hard pecs, his strong arms, and his ruggedly handsome face. Not to mention everything below his belt.
We met on a dating site and all we do is hook up. What Noah and I have is casual and impersonal. And thatís exactly how I like it.
Or at least I thought it was.
We spend every Friday night locked in a hotel room together, enjoying each otherís bodies. And then during the rest of the week, we each go about our own separate lives - mine revolves around being a third-grade teacher and soccer coach in my small hometown of Baytown.
And before now, I was happy with that strict separation of my two very different worlds. After being screwed over, Iíve put up strong walls to guard my heart. I donít do commitment. I donít do romantic dates. I donít even share my last name.
But itís hard to remain anonymous when your secret lover walks into your classroom.
Unfortunately, one of my third graders lost her parents. Noah has always been her uncle and now heís her new guardian, with plans to adopt her as his child. Heís here for her parent-teacher conference. And heís causing my worlds to collide in ways I never imagined or thought I wanted.
So why do I find myself liking it? And even fantasizing about the three of us becoming a family?