Paige Carmichael needs a place to stay.



Unfortunately, there’s only one person she can ask for help—Nate Hughes.  



The grumpy single dad has plenty of reasons to say no. He’s her boss, for one. He’s also ten years older than her. And the fact that she has her V-Card and he’s … well, experienced, wouldn’t matter if they didn’t have chemistry for days.



According to Nate, that’s not a problem. Why? Because chemistry isn’t love.



It’s manageable. Temporary. You can walk away from it.



So, Nate does the one thing he shouldn’t. He offers her a room in his house.



Before they know it, they’re sharing late nights and pillow talk, and early mornings and pancakes.



And his son? He has Paige wrapped around his little finger.



Before long, they start feeling more like family than friends.



That leaves Paige wondering if Nate says chemistry isn’t love because he believes it …



Or because he’s terrified it is.