He was out of my league. Too young. Too gorgeous. Too much…everything. That didn’t stop me from looking. From wanting. But when Trey’s gaze finds mine and his interest is piqued, can it be real? What does a hot young ex-model want with a 40-plus year old widow? Nothing good, that’s for sure. But when he turns those bedroom eyes and that smoldering smile my way how can I resist? I’m too weak. He’s too gorgeous. And somewhere between resistance and desire, something else enters the picture. Craving.