Someone To Hold

<p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>She's the one woman I can't let myself want.</strong></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Molly McAllister is my best friend's widow a single mom trying to keep her flower farm alive and the last person in this small town who should look twice at me.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I ride bulls for a living. My body's a battered mess with my heart in even worse shape. I'm carrying enough scars-inside and out-to know I don't deserve someone like her.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>But when she ends up laid up with a broken ankle I'm the one who shows up to help. I'm supposed to be the guy she hates. Hell I've given her plenty of reasons. Instead I'm the one carrying her up the damn stairs and flipping pancakes for her twins like I belong in her kitchen. In her life. Her bed.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>She thinks I've come to take her land. The truth? Every time I look at her I'm in danger of handing her my heart.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>She's sunshine and second chances. I'm storm clouds and bad decisions.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>We're supposed to be enemies. But the longer I'm in her world the harder I fall. Fast deep and way past the point of no return. If I'm not careful I could lose more than my heart...I might lose her too.</span></p><p></p>