The shattering pain of her aunt's terminal illness was almost more than Georgia could bear. The last thing she wanted was company -- but she needed a boarder to help pay the bills, now that she'd put her career on hold.
Mitch Fletcher's shoulders looked strong enough to lean on. So why didn't she correct his mistaken assumption that she spent her days with a married lover -- rather than at her aunt's bedside? Or that it wasn't a man who caused her tears? What was Georgia afraid of? Mitch's desires --or her own?