Jayden Baxter is so not my type: a soldier on leave with no plans of sticking around.But life has pulled me down and when he looks at me across the bar, my spirits lift for the first time months.His smoldering grey eyes help. So does the way his hand rests in the small of my back.When Bax makes me an offer, I say yes.Crazy? Maybe. But two weeks on the road with no-strings is the breath of fresh air I crave.It was supposed to be a chance to let loose...