CHAPTER ONE
Lana had known him forever. Or at least, that’s what she told herself. Ever since she was a shy twelve-year-old with pigtails and a heart full of puppy love, he had been there. Her best friend’s dad.
The silver fox who moved through the room like he owned it, with those piercing eyes and that dangerous smile that made her stomach flip every time.
Even now, years later, as she sat on the edge of the guest bed in the dimly lit house, the memory of him was vivid, too vivid. He was in his late forties, maybe early fifties, with salt-and-pepper hair that gleamed silver in the moonlight streaming through the window.
His jaw was sharp, dusted with a few days’ stubble, giving him that rugged, “don’t mess with me” vibe that Lana found impossible to resist.
Lana’s best friend, Mia,
