Until Tomorrow
The Truth About Conor

Bekka Stevenson had wanted to know the truth about Conor since they were both kids. Always considered a bad boy around town, Conor Bradley had seemed exciting and dangerous. No one knew who started the blaze that burned his house to the ground. Amid the fire, smoke and confusion, he slipped out of town, leaving nothing behind but a scandalous reputation.

Now, twelve years later, he was back, working for a construction firm. Bekka hired him because he was the lowest bidder--or so she told herself as she watched the tall, dark-haired carpenter remodel her kitchen. She'd had no way of knowing how he would look in worn jeans with sweat trick-ling down his chest. She had never seen the way his muscles flexed when he wielded a hammer. And she'd never witnessed the tenderness within this solid, capable man.

Conor knew it was a mistake to come home. A bad reputation was hard to live down, especially in a town like Millerton. And once he started the job in Bekka's home, he could feel his problems increasing. A respectable woman with two sons and eyes as blue as the Michigan sky had no business getting involved with a man like him. He didn't belong here. He feared he never would.