Evelyn Thompson isn't supposed to get involved. Not with a reckless stranger on a motorcycle. Not with a man whose emerald eyes track her like a challenge. But the moment she sees Alexander Sterling-helmet under one arm, silver-streaked hair tousled from the ride, and an arrogance that makes her pulse stutter-she knows walking away isn't in the cards.
Alex isn't supposed to stick around. He means to deliver a check, make his donation, and disappear. But when Evie snaps at him in the orphanage parking lot-fiery, flushed, and utterly unapologetic-he finds himself caught off guard, and oddly intrigued. She isn't impressed by his wealth, his reputation, or his charm. That only makes him want her more.
Evie has enough to deal with: late shifts at St. Mary's, a body that never stops producing, and a hunger she buries under good intentions and cooler heads. The last thing she needs is a man like Alex-rich, demanding, and too perceptive for comfort. But when he sees her, really sees her-and doesn't flinch-something cracks open inside her.
She should ignore him. He should walk away.
But now that they've crossed that line, neither of them can pretend this is just coincidence-or that they're capable of letting go.
