I had a one-night stand with my ex-convict neighbor—and now my abusive ex-husband is using him to take my son away.
I thought Dante was the locksmith when he fixed my jammed door.
By the time I learned he’s an ex-convict, I’d already let him near my son.
One night. No consequences.
Except I can still feel his hands pinning my wrists, his voice rough saying my name like a prayer. The way he took me against his door like he’d been starving for it.
Now we share a wall. Steal heated moments when Theo’s distracted, his scarred knuckles sliding under my shirt, his mouth leaving scorch marks in its wake.
Just as I’m falling for him, I find out that my Ex framed him eight years ago – and now he’s trying to do it again.
I’ve finally found the right man, someone who looks at me like I’m worth protecting.
This time, I’m not going to let anyone take him from me.

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