The Billionaire's True Redemption: 2

Single moms don't get second chances. Then he moved in next door... quiet, patient, and built like a bad decision, and fixed my porch step without asking for a thing. Now I'm the one asking him for everything.I moved to Bradford, Vermont for the quiet. Then the quiet moved in next door, took his shirt off, and started fixing thing with hands sawmill workers don't possess.They don't know which wine to pour. They don't flinch when you ask about their family. They don't wake at 4 a.m. like the dark is coming to collect.I told myself none of it mattered. I told myself that right up until he backed me into my own kitchen counter and made me forget I'd ever been careful.I have rules. I have a six-year-old asleep down the hall and an ex who taught me exactly what a beautiful liar looks like up close.Pete Marshall broke every rule I had. Slow. With his mouth on my throat and my name in his voice like a promise he'd already made.He learned how I take my coffee. He learned which dinosaur my son loves best. He learned the sound I make when I stop being afraid.And he let me fall anyway.Because a man doesn't hide in a town this small unless he's running from something big - and he was never going to tell me until it was too late for either of us to survive it.Now I know exactly what he is.And God help me, I still reach for him in the dark.