Waiting for Tuesday

The night I met John Eaton, I knew I should run.

I wasn’t sure if it was his confidence, his deep brown eyes, or that smile—a mixture of little boy, and pure devil at the same time—just looking at him left me unsteady. Like my feet had already decided to go somewhere my head was still trying to avoid.

After a childhood spent being uprooted, I only wanted one thing: a place to belong. Stability. Roots. A life that was predictable… and John was the exact opposite of that.

He was the man standing on a bar with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and tequila in the other. Wild. Reckless. Impossible to ignore. Everything I told myself I didn’t need—yet somehow, exactly what I couldn’t stop thinking about.

I never thought I’d see him again.

I never thought he’d end up working for me…

And I definitely never thought I’d be handed a secret that could change the entire trajectory of my life.

A secret that could destroy him.
A secret that could destroy us.

Some people don’t just walk into your life.

They crash into it—and in a matter of weeks, between sparks you can’t ignore and a connection so raw it makes your knees weak, they change everything you thought you knew about love.