She spent every dollar she had on a leaky mountain cabin and two wild acres, determined to build her landscape design business without answering to anyone.
Then billionaire Beckett Rhodes arrives next door by helicopter, reroutes her water, and sends a welcome basket as if she were the one who just moved in.
She marches over to fight and finds him shirtless with coffee in hand, which only makes her more set on hating the six-foot-two disruption to her peace.
That resolve wavers when his generator dies in the rain, when he quietly mends her porch railing, and when he kisses her against the garden wall and she kisses him back.
Beckett can purchase almost anything, but she will not be bought, and the only currency she accepts is showing up and getting his hands dirty.
