The Roots of Us

The first time I saw Hudson Jameson, he was saving someone’s life.

The second time, he was ruining mine.

It was only supposed to be a vacation. A chance to let the Florida sun burn away the residue left behind from my failed relationships. I wasn’t searching for love. I was on a hiatus from men, especially ones with secrets.

Except Hudson had the gaze of a man drowning in his own miseries, and I was a sucker for the damaged souls. How could I deny him? How could I resist when his lips claimed mine?

I knew I couldn’t stay.

He told me he couldn’t bear to leave.

But some roots intertwine and refuse to let go, no matter how far you run.