Sleepover

The girl next door is the one that got away. He just doesn't know it yet. . . . Sawyer: After my wife died, I promised myself I'd never go through the pain of losing someone again. Now I keep my flings neat, tidy, and one-time-only. Besides, my son needs me more than ever. He's miserable in our new town, so I'm pumped when he makes friends with the kid next door—until I recognize his mom from a one-night stand. Perky and upbeat, Elle Dunning is not my type for anything other than tearing up the sheets. So why do I keep letting myself get roped into game nights and get-togethers? Elle: It so hasn't been my year. That's my first thought when I see my new next-door neighbor. I never would have hooked up with Sawyer Paulson if my husband hadn't left me for his high-school sweetheart, but because our eight-year-old boys have become best friends, I've got to make nice with Mr. Tall, Dark, and Silent. Yet the more time we spend together,...