“There’s one thing I’m not sure what to do about,” he says, his gaze intense and unwavering on my face. Somehow I know he means me. Or this thing that’s been tugging me toward him since the second we met. And I’m not sure if there is anything to do about it. I need to focus on rebuilding a life for me and my girls from the ground up. I also need to rebuild me. A me who doesn’t need a man, stands on her own, and gets what she needs to survive, even if she has to make it herself.
