Raising a child alone in a small town doesn’t leave much time for dating. At least, that’s what I tell myself when I wonder why I’m still single nearly a decade after my divorce. It has nothing to do with the massive crush I’ve had on my boss for years. Nothing whatsoever. Never mind that Finn King is the one man in this town who’s ever caught my eye. He’s also the one man in town who’s totally off-limits. There’s no way I can hook up with my boss. I might be single, boring, and borderline desperate, but that’s a line I won’t cross. Not that Finn has ever given me any indication that he’s interested. He keeps things professional, no matter how much I might wish otherwise. So, when a hot, single guest at the inn where I work starts flirting with me, I figure there’s no harm in flirting back. I know nothing will come of it. It’s just a little harmless teasing. The last thing I expect is Finn’s sudden anger. I’ve never seen him like this. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he’s jealous. But that can’t be right. I must be imagining things. Seeing what I want to see. Right? But when Finn pulls me into his office one night, I know I’m not imagining the look in his eyes or his surprising confession. Did I say I wouldn’t cross that line?