She’s feisty. Fierce. And trapped in the elevator of a building I own. So I climb down the shaft determined to distract her. My tools aren’t the kind on a toolbelt, but I get the job done, cooling Skye’s rage as we heat up this tin box hanging two stories off the ground. The hot young med student has good reasons to be pissed, and better ones for dodging relationships. Why should she trust a stranger 14 years older to know what she needs? But the sexy spitfire captivates me, and it’s clear Skye’s hungry for my touch. Time to…
I read. And quilt. A lot.