He came into my clinic bleeding.
Then he smiled like he was trouble.
Olive:
I’ve patched up plenty of stubborn men.
Working for Doc Hansen means I’ve seen everything from twisted ankles to bruised egos.
So when a lumberjack from the Harrison Logging Camp walks into the clinic bleeding, grinning, and pretending he’s fine, I know exactly what I’m dealing with.
Or at least, I think I do.
Holden is newer to town.
Too handsome.
Too charming.
Too good at acting like nothing hurts.
He jokes while I clean his wound. Flirts while I wrap his hand. Smiles like he’s just another easygoing man with sawdust on his boots and trouble in his eyes.
But I see what he’s hiding.
He’s more than just another sexy-as-sin sawdust-flecked beard.
Holden has secrets. And I plan to uncover every one of them.
Holden:
I’m done traveling the country looking for work, and I’m ready to make some roots.
I came to Red Oak Mountain for steady work.
That was the plan.
Keep my head down. Settle in. And make this logging camp my home.
Then I slice my hand open at the logging site and get sent to Doc Hansen’s clinic.
The doc isn’t there. But Olive is.
She’s sharp-eyed, soft-handed, and completely unimpressed by my smile.
Which is a damn shame.
Because the second she touches me, I’m gone.
