Brittany's POV

But something was wrong.

The scent that filled my nostrils wasn't the sweet, innocent smell of my little boy. It was something else entirely – masculine and intoxicating, with hints of pine and rain and something wild that made my pulse quicken. The chest beneath my cheek was too broad, too muscled, the arms around me too strong.

And those eyes...

I pulled back slightly, my breath catching as I met his gaze. Those weren't ...