Standing in a lobby full of people, bouncing auburn curls catch my eyes. As they slip through the crowd, green eyes peer out at me. My heart races, my body heats, and I can’t stop looking into those eyes—they captivate me.

The relationship was doomed from the start. She’s only here for a week. Long enough to have some fun—short enough for no real feelings to start taking form.

Or so I thought.

Our connection is intense. Our love, undeniable. Our ending, inevitable.

But she belongs with her family in Ireland. And I belong with mine in Texas. With a business to run, there’s no way I can leave. With a family who needs her, there’s no way she can stay.

But my heart still aches for her after so many months apart. And I have to wonder if hers aches for me as well.

Maybe there is a way for us to be together. I’m not an ignorant man. After all, I can think of some way for us to be together. Memories of her won’t stop calling to me. I have to take a chance—for us.