I came to the mountains to play music. Just another festival, another stage, and another small town I’d forget in the morning. But then I saw him and I knew I’d never forget this place.
Sheriff Ryland Gray—gruff, broad-shouldered, silver-haired, and the kind of man who makes you forget how to breathe. He looked at me once, and my world tilted.
When he talked to me, my universe shifted forever. He calls me angel, like it’s a fact, not a nickname. He looks at me like he knows I’m his.
He’s older, protective, and possessive in a way that should scare me. But it doesn’t. It makes me feel safe. It makes me feel wanted. It makes me feel alive. So, how can I forget this place?
How can I go? And if I try, will this hot, silver fox of a Mountain Man even let me leave?
