Fate Hates

Of all the times to crave a man's touch, now is not it.Between being handcuffed to a bed post for trespassing, and the stare down from the sexy-as-sin bodyguard sent in to find answers, I'm certain my body must be confusing fear with lust.I was on a mission to find my mother's killer, not a man, but my body seems to think now is a good time to pursue its search for Mr. Right.He's not Mr. Right. He's demanding, controlling, gorgeous, funny, sweet and has the voice of a rock star. I digress, he's perfect, just Mr. Wrong Timing.The decision to escape was easy, leaving my heart behind was the hard part.I thought it was a chance encounter until fate led me to him again. Our paths didn't just cross, they collided, leaving fragments of lies, truths, and secrets in its wake.Welcome to my life.Fate hates me.