When my best friend Madison died, I found comfort in the most unexpected place.
Her husband. James.
At first, it was completely innocent. He
was torn apart with grief. Struggling to navigate his new role as a single dad.
I
saw this and offered to help. Stepping in as their son’s daily babysitter. Plus, I could understand James' grief unlike anyone else.
But
as we spent more time together, there was this attraction that seemed to grow. I knew he was off-limits, but he’s getting so hard to resist.
His
touch. His kind eyes. His incredible body. All causing conflicting
feelings.
We tried to keep our relationship hidden from the small town's prying eyes but my own secret might cause it to end. Then the
added complication of family disapproval and a threat to take away his son.
Can this love survive the challenges that lay ahead? Or is it even worth the risk?
