My Silver Fox Wears Pink

I came for a girl’s trip, and I’m leaving with my heart tangled up with a silver fox.

A 10K run for cancer awareness, no problem. But a handsome, older, billionaire grump has my head screaming DANGER, DANGER.

I can’t say out loud what the rest of my body is telling me.

Let’s just say I need to change my lace panties.

The flock of pink ladies in tutus run right over me as I stop in my tracks, watching that stud bark orders for directions, “This way, ladies.”

No, no, no. I didn’t listen to the neon red lights in my brain.

I catch a glimpse of some humanness as he sponsors this 10K.

Before I know it, we’re between the sheets, under the stars, and everywhere else.

He’s filling more than just my time, and I’m hooked.

When I discover someone from his past reappears and wants to cause me trouble, will he step up and defend me?

If he does the right thing, I may leave here with race medals AND the love of my life.