As a young single dad, my life’s all about raising my sweet baby boy. But every Saturday night while my family babysits, I get to go out, cut loose, and act my age. Hey, we all need a break from time to time.
And every Saturday night, I keep winding up in bed with a gorgeous, Cuban-American motorcycle mechanic named Lucky.
The fact that I’m developing feelings for him is a problem, because this was only supposed to be a fling. He’s returning to Miami in a couple of months, and my life is here in San Francisco. Plus, I feel like there’s something he’s not telling me, so maybe I don’t even know the real Lucky.
But I can’t help but wonder--is there any chance this could turn into something real? Or are those few hours we spend together one night a week the best I can hope for?