Single father, member of a local motorcycle club, bar owner...and currently looking for an accountant.
In another life, he was someone I'd stay away from.
Not because of his tattoos, his past, or even the messy single-parent drama.
It was his looks that would have kept me away.
Dark blonde hair, mussed and unfairly perfect, lake green eyes, and that strong jaw that could easily cut glass. Don't even get me started on those dark jeans that were always straddling his chrome bike and the white t-shirt he wore that barely fit his sculpted arms.
He was too much.
It didn't help matters that he was also a massive jerk.
But in this life, the one where I was broke and unemployed...he was my best shot.
All I had to do was resist his adorable kids, deny their movie night invitations, and under no circumstances crawl onto their trampoline and stargaze with them and their dad.
I had a plan, a way to keep my distance but I had never been great at following my own advice.
Maybe if I had been, I wouldn't have found myself being used as a pawn between a notorious biker gang and the man who was slowly claiming my heart.