Amelia

I never expected grief to lead me to him.

My husband's funeral was over barely over when I invite my next-door neighbor, Wesley Sullivan, the ridiculously good-looking twenty-one-year-old college quarterback, to have a drink with me.

He didn't come over with a casserole-he brought whiskey, that lopsided grin, and eyes that saw right through me. We drank, we talked... we said goodnight. I thought that was it-until I caught myself moaning his name with my hand between my thighs... and realized he was standing in my doorway.

He looks at me like I'm the only woman in the world. And somewhere along the way, my broken and burned heart started wanting him.

But grief is messy and there are no rules.

Now I'm falling for him.
And hiding the fact that I'm pregnant-with my dead husband's baby.

I can't ask him to stay when he's young with an NFL career on the horizon. He deserves a future unburdened by my past...

Wes

She was off-limits... until I overheard her moaning my name.

I've wanted the gorgeous Amelia Campbell since the day she moved in next door.
Too bad she was married. Too bad she was older. Too bad she was way out of my league.

Then her world shattered. And suddenly, I was the one she turned to.

I showed up with whiskey, not condolences, because I didn't want to see her cry-I wanted to see her smile. We drank. She told me secrets that made my hands itch to touch her. I should have walked away. Instead, I gave her exactly what she was begging for. Just bodies, heat and the kind of need you can't fake.

I thought I'd just be the guy who caught her when she fell. Now I can't stop wanting her-grief, baby bump, and all.

She thinks a baby that isn't mine will send me running. She doesn't know I'd take on the whole damn world for her. And when her job's on the line, I'll prove it-calling in favors from a side of my life I've never shown her.