Auras, aortas... potato, potahto? After an ugly divorce, Dr. Aiden Matthews was only interested in one-night stands. The last thing he wanted was a girlfriend, despite his daughters urging him to start dating. And he certainly wasn't going to ask out the spunky hippy chick they met on their hike, no matter how much his girls meddled.
Sure, Dakota had been hot.
And gorgeous.
And hadn't taken his crap-something he'd found oddly...