He's a single dad and surf instructor who calls me beautiful and is way too good-looking for his own good. Did I mention he's a decade younger than me?

All my life I've done the smart thing, the mature thing. With one exception—the fling I had with Lance Easton, the handsome, charming surf instructor that made me weak in the knees.
I found the strength to waltz out his door, though, and never look back. Even when he called my name, I fought the urge to turn around and run right back into his arms.
Three years later and I'm heading back to The Emerald Seas Resort—where Lance and I met—for my sister's bachelorette party.
I'm still single, but don't get me wrong, I like being single. I'm comfortable that way. So I'm hoping against hope that I won't run into him at the resort again. Oh, did I mention, he worked there?
Naturally, he still does and, of course, I run right into him on day one. For as happy as I am with my life, though, why is it that as soon as I run into Lance again, my world turns on its axis?
I shouldn't want someone this bad. But when I'm around him, he makes me feel young and beautiful, like I'm the only girl in the world for him and he and I are made for each other.