They met on the worst day of their lives. They shared one perfect night. And by morning . . . she was gone.

He didn't get attached. He definitely didn't get obsessed. Until her.

Billionaire single dad, Deacon St. Claire liked control, routine, and zero emotional risk. Jenna Thomas? She was chaos in the form of soft smiles, stubborn independence, and he couldn't stop thinking about her. Her warmth, her fire, the way she saw through him made him want something real for the first time in his life.

Jenna Thomas didn't do chaos. The single mom did schedules, responsibility, and absolutely not falling for dangerously charming, ridiculously attractive strangers in dimly lit bars. That night? A one-time lapse in judgment. No names. No expectations. No strings.

Until the universe decided it would be hilarious to drop her no-strings night smack dab in the middle of her small-town life. Now she knew his name and the fact that eighteen months later he happened to be: still unfairly attractive, completely off-limits, and somehow even harder to ignore when every glance felt like a warning . . . and every touch felt like a promise.

Jenna didn't do relationships. Deacon didn't fall. But something about her made him break every rule he'd ever lived by. And she feared this time, walking away wasn't an option.

Contains mature themes.