Lena’s POV

Cole's car isn't in the driveway when I arrive at his place. His father's is. The smart move is to leave. I park, check my hair in the mirror, and walk to the garage.

I've been dating Cole for six months. He's sweet, he's my age, and he fucks like a boy who learned everything from porn he watched on mute. It's fine. He's fine.

His father is the problem.

Vincent. Forty-seven. Divorced. Built like a man who's spent his whole life working on his body. Broad shoulders, thick arms, a chest that looks carved from something harder than regular human, and these hands.

Big, rough, calloused hands...