He tasted like tequila and the fake name I gave him was Rose. <br> <br>Four years ago, I decided to get over one man, by getting under another. A single night and nothing more. <br>I found my handsome stranger with a shot glass and charming but devilish smile at the end of the bar. The desire that hit his eyes the second they landed on me ignited a spark inside me, instant and hot. He was perfect and everything I didn’t know I needed. That one night may have ended, but I left with much more than a memory. <br>Four years later, and with a three-year-old in tow, the man I still dream about is staring at me from across the street in the town I grew up in. I don’t miss the flash of recognition, or the heat in his gaze. <br>The chemistry is still there, even after all these years. <br>I just hope the secrets and regrets don’t destroy our second chance before it’s even begun.