My best friends daughter is off limits. Maybe if I keep reminding myself, I'll finally get her out of my mind…

Leaving the UK to start over in New York City seemed like a great idea in theory. But raising a child by myself has not exactly been a walk in the park, and this move has proven to be a challenge like no other.

The last thing I need is this infatuation that I can't seem to get over.

Abigail Lyons is nineteen years younger than me, way too pretty for her own good, and has made it clear in no uncertain terms that she hates my guts.

Too bad I can't seem to stop running into her. And every time I do, my eyes keep wandering to her face. That red hair, those green eyes, those freckles I ache to trace with my fingers…

I would love nothing more than to see her surrender in my bed, but I'm not sure she'd be able to handle my dominant side…