Chemistry is not another word for love. That’s what my boss, the grumpy single dad with brilliant green eyes, says anyway. I have my V-card. He’s ten years older than me. I work for him. Nate Hughes has a million reasons why a relationship between us would never work. Honestly? It’s all a farce. He can’t deny the sparks when we’re together. His soft smiles, brief touches, and protective behaviors come too easily. And when I need a place to stay? He can’t stop himself from offering me a room—though I’d prefer his bed. Our forced proximity brings things to a head. Our shared experiences and traumas draw us closer. Our undeniable attraction has us toeing the line between friends and lovers—whether Nate likes it or not. He’s right—we do have an intense chemistry. But that doesn’t mean that I won’t fall in love with him … even if he can’t love me back.