The Issue with Bad Boy Roommates (Large Print)

<p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)><em>I was only looking for a roommate...</em></strong></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I'm the town widow.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Not the only one but the youngest by far.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>My husband died one year after our wedding casting me as the charity case in my small Alaskan town.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Since then everyone-including my big family-try to keep me busy as if that will stop the haunting memories from resurfacing.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Do I know it's time to move on? Of course but that's easier said than done.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Then Van Adler rides into town. His bad boy vibe complete with his motorcycle and tattoos causes my body to fill with need for the first time since my husband's death.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>To make matters worse he's the one who answered my ad for a roommate. Sharing the close quarters of our two-bedroom apartment means I have to set some ground rules like keeping his rippled abs covered. Soon we become friends he's making me dinners and we're binge-watching television shows all night.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The more our lives intertwine the more I start to fall for him. Leaving me wondering can you find the love of your life twice in one lifetime?</span></p>