Danger Attraction

Racing down Main Street, coffee in hand, you crashed into a wall of muscle. Your drink splattered across his suit—and your blouse. Piercing hazel eyes met yours. “Watch it,” he growled, voice deep, sending a shiver through you. As he turned, his cologne lingered—clean, addictive. A black SUV pulled up. Through the window, you caught a glimpse: a baby seat, a tiny figure inside. Then he was gone, leaving you coffee-stained… and breathless.