What’s more embarrassing than falling face first on the ground, witnessed by your rich ex-college sweetheart? Who also happens to be the father of your son. Who, of course, doesn’t know it. Yet.
As an artist hired by his brother’s architectural firm, seeing Asher knocked the air out of my lungs. Things did not end very well for us
before.
I felt abandoned. My son abandoned.
The thing is, my anger is nothing comparable to the feelings that rekindled when I look in his hazel eyes.
His accidental touches electrify my insides making me feel things I never knew my body is still
capable of feeling.
On a night of passion, everything is muscle memory. Like five years ago never happened.
But will the ghost of our past that tore us apart get in the way and separate us again?
And do I just go and leave with yet another
secret.
