At eight, he gave me roses. At fifteen, he gave me butterflies, and at seventeen,

he gave me sanctuary.

I wasn't a damsel in distress. He wasn't Prince Charming waiting to whisk me off my feet. We didn't meet by chance. He's been part of my life for years, and for most of that time, I've been under his spell.

Everett Callahan isn't just the most attractive man I've ever laid eyes on: stoic, tall, dark, and handsome, the stuff fantasies are made of. He's more than that. Beyond his looks, he's loyal to the core and wears virtues like duty, honor, and respect as armor. He's the kind of guy you'd be proud to bring home to meet your dad.

If he wasn't also your dad's best friend.

I wasn't just charmed. I was completely and utterly smitten, and he wasn't interested.

That's why I put aside childish things, like my crush on an off-limits man who could never be mine.

Until he fell into my tent on my twenty-first birthday, and I saw a man instead of the untouchable God, I'd made him out to be.

Men are flawed, even Everett Callahan, and now that I know he's not immune to weakness, I plan to be a hellion ready to exploit it.