Time For You

<p style=text-indent: 0><strong>I had big plans when I returned home to my small town but they didn't include a retired hot-shot hockey player getting in my way.</strong></p><p style=text-indent: 0><br></p><p style=text-indent: 0>The last person I wanted to fix up my historic dream home with was the handsome older man with money to burn who bought it right out from under me.</p><p style=text-indent: 0><br></p><p style=text-indent: 0>But thanks to my father that's exactly what happened. Colton Crawford was making my house a home and I was back in my childhood room trying not to think of the towering gorgeous Adonis with a killer smile... and how much I hated him. </p><p style=text-indent: 0><br></p><p style=text-indent: 0>Or at least that's what I tried to tell myself. </p><p style=text-indent: 0><br></p><p style=text-indent: 0>Because the more time we were forced to spend together in the dust and debris the less our age-gap mattered. </p><p style=text-indent: 0>And the more the sparks flew. </p><p style=text-indent: 0><br></p><p style=text-indent: 0>Colton was used to scoring on the ice and after a freak storm left us sharing one tiny bed in his metal camper the heat smoldering between us was hot enough to burn us both. </p><p style=text-indent: 0><br></p><p style=text-indent: 0>But just when I thought my sexy new neighbor might not be so bad real-life came knocking reminding us what we walked away from.</p>