Can a single mom find happiness on a blind date—or at least dinner with a male who can cut up his own food? Cassie and Mike believe they’re in like, not in love. But when down-on-his-luck Mike is evicted, Cassie takes him in. Mike starts fixing everything from window screens to her sons’ broken hearts. Will Cassie let Mike fix hers?
He smells of paint and newsprint—and male. Cassie closed her eyes. She could feel the overpowering warmth and strength of Mike’s muscles through the thin fabric of his shirt as she stood entranced next to him. What if she turned around this instant and pulled him into her arms instead?
Her sluggish mind was wandering she realized. She blinked and shook her head to clear the cobwebs.
“Oh—kay. I’m ready.”
“Then let ‘er rip.”
The dart hit the imprint of Mike’s pinkie.
He grinned. “Not bad. Now give Jack a stab right in the heart. Aim for the middle.”
Cassie screwed both eyes shut and sent the dart flying with a passionate fling. A loud thump broke the silence.
“Oh, no—can I open my eyes now? Did I break something?” she asked timidly.
Mike let out a long whistle. “Look what you did.”
She cautiously opened one eye. The dart had hit dead center.
“Yippee!” Cassie jumped up and down. She gave Mike an impulsive bear hug, almost knocking the breath out of him. “Let’s do it again!”
Mike’s gaze fixed on her mouth. “Yes, let’s do—”
