Make Your Change

One night. No strings. No promises. I didn't come back to Aston to start something-I came to end it. Fix up my late aunt's house, sell it, and get back to our lives when the summer ends. But the universe has other plans and I find myself standing face to face with the one person I've tried hard to forget. Carson Ford. The father of my son. The man who knew nothing of our child until this very moment. Six years ago, we had one night. One reckless, unforgettable night that would change both our lives forever. Now Carson, star player for the Aston Archers, is hotter than ever, and way too close for comfort. He's demanding answers. Time with his son. Time with me. And after the news of a horrific mold issue in my late aunt's house and one very persuasive five-year-old later, I find myself temporarily staying in the last place I should be: Carson Ford's guest room. No matter how hard I try to keep my distance, the walls between us are paper-thin-and so is my self-control. He's not just under my skin... he's in my bed, in my head, and slowly breaking down every doubt I've had about him. I didn't plan to stay. I definitely didn't plan to still want him. I should have known one night with Carson Ford would never be enough.

One night. No strings. No promises. I didn't come back to Aston to start something-I came to end it. Fix up my late aunt's house, sell it, and get back to our lives when the summer ends. But the universe has other plans and I find myself standing face to face with the one person I've tried hard to forget. Carson Ford. The father of my son. The man who knew nothing of our child until this very moment. Six years ago, we had one night. One reckless, unforgettable night that would change both our lives forever. Now Carson, star player for the Aston Archers, is hotter than ever, and way too close for comfort. He's demanding answers. Time with his son. Time with me. And after the news of a horrific mold issue in my late aunt's house and one very persuasive five-year-old later, I find myself temporarily staying in the last place I should be: Carson Ford's guest room. No matter how hard I try to keep my distance, the walls between us are paper-thin-and so is my self-control. He's not just under my skin... he's in my bed, in my head, and slowly breaking down every doubt I've had about him. I didn't plan to stay. I definitely didn't plan to still want him. I should have known one night with Carson Ford would never be enough.