Loving yourself is the first step on the road to healing
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 Mitch’s story …
Single dad of Seattle, Mitch Benson can’t move, can’t blink, can’t think, let alone do his job and photograph the woman on stage. Every fiber of his body wakes up when Paige McPherson starts to dance. She pours out her heart, bares her grief and pain for the world to see—the same grief and pain that has ruled his every waking moment since his wife passed and left him to raise their daughter alone. Paige is dancing his truth, and in that moment, Mitch knows his life is going to change.
Paige never thought she’d notice a man again, but there’s no ignoring Mitch—or the message in the photographs he takes. Learning to dance has reignited her passion for life and shattered the protective shell she’s built around her heart. That’s not good—no matter what anyone else says, it’s her fault she lost her son, and while she’s on the healing path, it’s a long journey and one she’s determined to take alone.
Mitch knows Paige thinks she doesn’t deserve a second chance at love, but he can’t bear to back away from the one woman who makes him feel alive again. He’s willing to fight for their future, whatever it takes.
Paige can’t deny her attraction for Mitch, but moving forward means betraying her past. Now she’s faced with a new dilemma—quit her job as the head pastry chef at a very prestigious Seattle restaurant and strike off on her own, or stay working for the boss from hell. Paige isn’t sure she’s ready for all the changes. Can the single dad save her in time? Or will grief and indecision swallow her whole?
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He wanted to woo Paige. He wanted to court her and date her and find out exactly what made her tick. They’d both been through a hell of a lot in the last couple of years and she deserved respect for all that she’d overcome.
He broke the kiss, but held her against him, both of their chests heaved and warm puffs of air from her mouth hit his face.
“We’re taking this slow, baby,” he said, pressing his lips to her forehead. “I really like you and I don’t want to push. Don’t want to rush things.”
He heard her swallow and felt her nod. His fingers were still threaded in her hair, his palm against the back of her head.
“I like you too,” she whispered.
Mitch’s heart skipped a beat and his smile hurt his face. He pulled her away just enough so he could look into her eyes. “Well, that’s just about the best news I’ve heard all day. Possibly all year.”
She worried her plump bottom lip between her teeth. “I’m okay taking it slow … but …”
He lifted his eyebrows. “Hmm?”
“Can we do that again? I forgot how much I love just kissing.”
Mitch groaned and his cock lurched against her thigh in protest. “Baby, we can kiss all night if you want to.” Then he dipped his head and took her mouth again, reveling in her little moans and whimpers as she fit perfectly into his arms.
As if she were meant to be there all along.