Kristina
My accidental solo vacation takes a turn for the less depressing after a drink that leads to a date with a brawny bedroom-eyed firefighter. I'm 42, divorced, with two daughters at home. I thought romance was in my rearview mirror until the mysteriously intense Leo made me feel like I was the only woman in the Florida Keys. I know better than to get attached. But between midnight kisses and dirty talk under starry skies, our connection feels so real. So right. I can't give up my entire life for a fling. Not even for a man that reminds me I'm not defined by a failed marriage and a carpool calendar. And especially not one who has no interest in a family of his own, let alone a package deal like me. Leo We were supposed to be temporary, just like everything else in my life. So why can't I get Kristina out of my head? I'm the master of no strings, no attachments. But our time together haunts me after she leaves. I'm not cut out to make a life with a woman. A woman with two kids? Forget it. At least, that's what I thought until fate brought us together again. It turns out the move I made to be closer to family brings me to Kristina's hometown—and right in her path. I can't still explain the overpowering pull between us, but I'm sure of who she is. Mine. I'm not letting her go this time.
