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It's every woman's fantasy. Except mine. Because while Mateo is undeniably hot, he's also got one of the things I've pretty much sworn I was never going to touch again . . . a family. He lost his wife when his daughter was little. And from what I can tell? He's been paying penance ever since, telling himself that he owes her something, even though she's gone. And though we're both resisting the tantalizing pull between us with everything we've got, there's only so much willpower available inside a tiny two-room cabin in the middle of a freak summer snowstorm.

Three years ago, I left South Carolina and the woman I love without looking back. Okay, that's a lie. I've spent a fair amount of time imagining myself lounging under that Spanish moss with her. Back then, we didn't have a care in the world. It was simple. Easy. Right. In fact, I'd been about to propose. Then I found out I had a kid I didn't know about, and just like that, everything changed.

I never thought I'd look for a woman in a strip club until I laid eyes on her—a redhead with a story. Her eyes weren't just sad; they were screaming for a way out. I could tell she didn't belong there. She's definitely hiding secrets, wrapped in pain, and I couldn't look away. When I saw some sloshed goon getting handsy with her, refusing to take a hint, I knew I had to protect her. Reaching out to help her felt like the only decent thing to do. I offered her a place to stay and a lead on a new gig—but it wasn't just her. Her kid, Sophie, with those wide, scared eyes—they got to me.