At eight, he gave me roses. At fifteen, he gave me butterflies, and at seventeen, he gave me sanctuary.
I wasnt a damsel in distress. He wasnt Prince Charming waiting to whisk me off my feet. We didnt meet by chance. Hes been part of my life for years, and for most of that time, Ive been under his spell.
Everett Callahan isnt just the most attractive man Ive ever laid eyes on: stoic, tall, dark, and handsome, the stuff fantasies are made of. Hes more than that. Beyond his looks, hes loyal to the core and wears virtues like duty, honor, and respect as armor. Hes the kind of guy youd be proud to bring home to meet your dad.
If he wasnt also your dads best friend.
I wasnt just charmed. I was completely and utterly smitten, and he wasnt interested.
Thats why I put aside childish things, like my crush on an off-limits man who could never be mine.
Until he fell into my tent on my twenty-first birthday, and I saw a man instead of the untouchable God, Id made him out to be.
Men are flawed, even Everett Callahan, and now that I know hes not immune to weakness, I plan to be a hellion ready to exploit it.
