No walls between us

AND THE WALLS CAME TUMBLING DOWN Juggling her four-year-old son and a fledgling business, with a madman reconstructing the other half of her house at six in the morning, Paige MacKenzie found herself dangerously close to going crazy. So when she heard a few thumps downstairs, she prepared herself for anything. There was a hole in her living room wall, and it was getting larger with each falling brick. As the dust settled, all she could see was a sweat-streaked male clad only in a pair of low-slung jeans. Despite the fact that the house was coming down around her ears, one look into Marc d'Angelo's blue eyes and Paige knew she wasn't going anywhere.