Fling-worthy

The first time I saw him, he was splitting logs like my filthiest lumberjack fantasy.

A Delta Force hero with a heart of gold… hidden behind pecs that should be sculpted in marble.

And then there’s that eight-pack that renders me speechless as I stare at him from behind a bush during my vacation.

He’s not what I’m looking for. Really.

A fling with Stein is the polar opposite of the calm, peaceful week I planned when I booked this trip. His piercing eyes are full of secrets that should make me run for cover.

But if he can handle a woman as masterfully as he handles that axe… well, he might be enough to pull me out of my post-divorce gloom.

So I’ll strike a deal with him.

I can’t resist. It’s not often an accountant like me comes across a man this… fling-worthy.