One chaotic goat. One high-stakes grant. One Glamma-level scheme to turn enemies into something far more dangerous.
Delaney: I’ve been in hate with Marc Kingsley for twenty years. He’s logical. Controlled. And completely incapable of understanding anything that can’t be proven—like my shop, my beliefs … me.
So, of course, I move back to Ruby River and immediately get stuck running an animal yoga class with him. Thanks, Glamma.
Now we’re working side-by-side to help the local shelter—him with facts, me with instinct, and one chaos-loving goat trying to destroy us both.
But the more time I spend with Marc, the less he fits the version of him I’ve held onto for years. Because the man I thought I hated … He’s patient, Protective.
And starting to look at me like I’m something worth believing in.
Marc: Delaney has never made sense to me. I’m better with facts than people. She believes in things I can’t measure. Feels things I can’t explain.
And somehow manages to dismantle every bit of control I rely on. Which is a problem—because this yoga class determines whether the Ruby River shelter gets the grant it needs. I should be focused.
Professional. Unaffected. Instead, I’m noticing everything. The way she lights up a room. The way she refuses to give up. The way being near her feels less like chaos … and more like clarity.
And somewhere between the arguments and the late nights. I realize something I should’ve figured out years ago. I don’t hate Delaney. I never did.
And now that I finally have a chance with her … I’m going for it. All in. All the way.
