There’s just something about a man who can dance and Mason James has the kind of moves that turn a woman’s thoughts to what that body of his could do off the dance floor. No one realizes that teaching dancing is as far from the truth of who he really is as it gets. In all honesty, he’s not sure what he is anymore. He came back to Cotton Creek because it’s the only real home he’s ever known. He didn’t expect to like it, and sure didn’t expect to have a baby left on his doorstep, or to meet someone who made him wonder if it wasn’t time he stopped letting women chase him and him to do some chasing of his own.
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