I lived my life in temporaries.Temporary relationships. Temporary production contracts. Temporary lengths of time in different locations around the world.No ties. No strings.That was better for everyone.Except, Pierce didn't see it that way, didn't understand we'd had our temporary fun and it was time to move on. Fifteen years my junior, Pierce was a talented young director, lovely on both the inside and out, great sense of humor, and frankly, he had the best set of abs I'd ever seen on any human. But the key word in the previous statement was young.And circling back to temporary.Except, Pierce had gotten it into his head that he didn't want temporary. He wanted me and not just in his bed.He wanted me in his life . . . permanently.The scariest part? I was worried I might want that too.*This book was previously published under the title, Cougar*