The Rehearsal Fling

<p><strong>I never expected the hottest one-night-stand of my life to turn up at my studio as the grumpy single dad to one of my dance students. </strong></p><p><br></p><p>But teaching here is only a temporary gig because at the end of six weeks I'm moving on.</p><p><br></p><p>And it was all going according to plan until Dylan Matthews showed up with his dangerous gaze stubbled jaw and six pack abs. </p><p><br></p><p>With my self-imposed deadline growing nearer I have no time or desire to get emotionally involved with a man. But a no-strings-attached fling <em>that</em> I could handle. </p><p><br></p><p>Or so I thought. </p><p><br></p><p>Besides Dylan's talents in the bedroom or car or office he's unexpectedly sweet under his stern glower and no amount of rehearsing is enough for me to smile when I eventually have to say goodbye. </p>