Camilla

It had been a week since I'd met Michael Lucarelli and his utterly adorable daughter, Isabella. And try as I might, I couldn't stop thinking about him. He was tall and handsome, with raven-black hair and a smile that I could only describe as dangerously sexy.

There was something about him, even beyond how good looking he was.

And believe me, he was.

I didn't know if it was the way he moved or the way he spoke. Maybe both? He just had a ...