" Jackson, you can’t just go around asking strange women to move in with you.”

“Why not? You need a place to live. I have three extra bedrooms. And you’re hardly strange.”

“That’s true. We’re practically family,” she muttered.

“Practically. But not.” Something in his tone had Mollie’s head snapping up.

Something low and a little bit sexy.

They weren’t family. They weren’t related.

Jackson leaned forward, his gaze strangely intent. “Come on, Mollie. What do you have to lose?”

As she stared at the man she’d once harbored an unhealthy crush on—a crush she was no longer at all sure had dissipated—she realized that the answer to his question was everything.

She had everything to lose. "

― Lauren Layne , I Wish You Were Mine (Oxford, #2)