March 2, 2012
Drew Harris is stunned at the changes in his son. His responsible dependable, cheerful boy has become a moody despondent, irresponsible teenager. Drew knows exactly who to blame, too. When Eden doesn’t' return his phone calls, he's forced to be a little more devious in his plans to get the bad influence out of his son's life.
An unexpected attraction derails both men from their plans, but when Bailey walks in at the least appropriate time, can things be put right?
"You're one of Bailey's friends? I'm Drew, his Dad." The man asked, reaching down and picking up
back pack. Eden
"Yes," He mumbled in reply, striving to fight down the shivers of arousal that rippled through him with the deep voice. The effect from the answering machine was magnified in person. That voice was a caress in itself, stroking over his body, making him tingle with awareness.
"Let me show you where you'll be sleeping. I'm putting you in with Bailey. Sorry I can't stay and talk, but I've got to get down to the market in town and pick up some supplies for our weekend."
"We'll talk later, yes?" The man asserted.
was trapped in the depths of those deep blue eyes and unable to utter a
response. A big, calloused hand came up to cup Eden 's jaw, thumb rubbing gently over the two-day
growth of beard he hadn't bothered to shave. Shaking his head, Drew began to
speak again but then his head tilted slightly to the side and his lips came
caught his breath in surprise. Surely Bailey's dad wasn't going to kiss him? Eden
But he was. Warm dry lips pressed to his own briefly, sliding a little to the side, nipping lightly at his own lower lip. The gentle kiss swept right across his mouth in a brief warm touch that left him craving more. It had barely begun before Drew pulled away. Wow. Pressing his fingers to his still tingling lips,
stared after the
handsome man who'd shown him his room. Definitely
scrapping plan A for this weekend. Eden