Nolan is the biggest grump I've ever met. He also happens to be extremely fit, incredibly attractive, and a local firefighter. And wouldn't you know it, he's my neighbor?
Even with a frown permanently etched on his handsome face, I'm reluctant to admit he's the most considerate man on the planet. And since my accident, his unflinching desire to do the right thing lifted my spirits and provoked some interesting dreams. Watching him work, drenched in sweat, no man should look that delicious while serving my every need.
Don't get me wrong, I have no complaints.
Okay, I have one.
I'm single—by choice. In my experience, men are unreliable. I don't need a man messing with my independent mojo.
Someone please tell me why I'm letting this strong, assertive, bona fide hero convince me to give him a fighting chance.
Must be the concussion. It's the only logical explanation.
