Her POV – Aria

I should’ve known the weekend would go sideways the second he walked through the door.

I was only here for a quick girls’ getaway with Chloe. Her dad was supposed to be out of town, busy with whatever important things divorced, rich, painfully attractive men did. But instead of finding an empty house and a stocked wine fridge, we were greeted by him—Grayson Carter, in the flesh.

Tall, broad, with that salt-and-pepper hair tousled like he’d just stepped off a ...