He's damaged goods. Sure chaos. Mr. Impossible.
So why am I risking it all for one more kiss?
I never knew what hit me.
Rex stormed into my little world with two adorable twin boys and no apologies.
Bearish. Short-fused. Consuming. Huge.
Did I mention HUGE?
He's instant trouble the second he checks into our lodge and my overprotective grandpa hires him.
Then I catch him staring with that knowing ache in his eyes.
I forget what trouble even means.
He also needs a nanny. Sold.
My signature cupcakes aren't the sweetest thing in this small town anymore.
Not when his cold shoulder thaws.
Not when our nights unravel me.
Not when every taste of him overrules the thousand reasons we shouldn't.
But tarnished hearts and prowling kisses have limits.
The closer we get, the harder he pulls away.
Rex won't reveal why he's really here.
I can't admit how bad I wish it didn't matter.
Of course, the chilling truth always strikes. Without mercy.
There's heartbreak written in our stars.
Then there's the crazy part of me that believes he's man enough to stand, to fight, to stay.
Crazy, I said. Or is it?