He needs someone to work with his son, she needs a job. They need to keep their hands to themselves.
Welcome to Seattle, the Emerald City and home to The Single Dads of Seattle. Ten sexy single fathers who play poker every Saturday night, have each other’s backs, love their children without quarter, and hope to one day find love again.
This is Mark’s story …
Single Dad of Seattle Dr. Mark Herron can’t believe anyone would celebrate their divorce. The dissolution of his marriage left him and his son with a huge hole to fill in their home—and their hearts. So when he overhears a lovely stranger and her friends celebrating the end of her marriage, he’s mystified—and then intrigued—by her determination to put the past behind her. But when he learns that Tori Jones needs a job, he knows this can’t be a coincidence.
Tori might be telling the world nothing’s got her down, but the truth is she’s hit rock bottom. Her husband didn’t just cheat on her, he took all her money, including her college fund, which means her marriage is over, and so is her dream to go to grad school and help children with special needs. So when a handsome stranger offers her a job caring for his special needs son, she knows she can’t turn it down—
Even if what she’s feeling for Mark is far from professional.
Now Mark’s finding it hard to keep his hands to himself and Tori’s struggling to keep her thoughts from straying to dangerous territory. Will they be able to keep their distance from each other or will being hired by the sexy single dad be Tori’s biggest problem of all?
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In silence, they wandered to the foyer. He grabbed her coat off the coatrack, and she thought he was just going to hand it to her, but like a gentleman, he held it out, waiting for her to slip into it.
His knuckles grazed the side of her neck as she slid her arms into the jacket. A spark from his touch raced through her, causing her nipples to harden to tight points. She took a step forward, away from the heat of his body, the manly smell of him. Slowly, she spun around to face him, doing up the buttons on her pea coat, then freeing her hair at the nape of her neck.
All the while he simply watched her, not saying a word.
Was there tension? Was there something going on between them? Or was it all in her head? She couldn’t tell. Was he always this intense? It was overwhelming.
She was stone-cold sober, and yet being around Mark made cotton cloud her brain and rattled her thoughts, as if she’d just put her head in a paint mixer.
He shoved his hands in the front pockets of his light, well-worn, sexy-as-fuck jeans and rocked back on his bare feet. “We’ll see you tomorrow then.”
She secured her purse over her shoulder and nodded. “Yes, tomorrow.”
He opened the door for her. Like a gentleman. “Have a good night.”
She swallowed past the hard lump in her throat and took a step forward, her body not wanting to leave the warmth of Mark’s home. Not wanting to leave Mark. She stopped on the welcome mat outside. The eaves dripped from the light rain. It was dark outside, but the porch light made the yard glow, illuminating the fog. He leaned against the doorjamb, hands back in his pockets, legs crossed at the ankle.
Had she ever seen anything hotter in her life?
“Good night, Tori. Sweet dreams.”
Her chest rose and fell quicker than on any run she’d ever taken. “Yeah … you too.”
Then she headed to her car, drove to the drugstore and bought a twenty-four pack of double-A batteries. Her vibrator had no idea what was in store for it tonight.