An Artificial Sun
by Gina Shafer
The moment I met Nick Adler, he refused to tell me his name. I already knew it, of course, but I wasn’t going to tell him that.
He was gorgeous, and not in a typical kind of way. Nick’s allure came from his ability to master grace and charm while simultaneously being rough around the edges.
I fought my attraction, hard. There was no room in my life for a man like him. My mother was battling Alzheimer's, and my father and I could hardly keep up with her care. Nick would be a distraction that I couldn’t afford. I’d made up my mind. I was going to ignore him.
And then my dad invited him over for dinner. I watched him that night, unable to ignore the feeling clawing through my chest. I knew Nick would be the end of me.
But I was wrong.
He was just the beginning.
He was gorgeous, and not in a typical kind of way. Nick’s allure came from his ability to master grace and charm while simultaneously being rough around the edges.
I fought my attraction, hard. There was no room in my life for a man like him. My mother was battling Alzheimer's, and my father and I could hardly keep up with her care. Nick would be a distraction that I couldn’t afford. I’d made up my mind. I was going to ignore him.
And then my dad invited him over for dinner. I watched him that night, unable to ignore the feeling clawing through my chest. I knew Nick would be the end of me.
But I was wrong.
He was just the beginning.
