She came to the harvest festival to sell her angel pottery. She didn’t expect to fall for the property owner.
For six months, I’ve been talking to LumberJack47 online—late-night conversations that made me believe in love again.
He gets my art, my dreams, and my obsession with creating seasonal angel collections that nobody else seems to understand. But he’s never sent me a real photo.
And he stopped responding to my messages the moment I arrived in Wildwood Valley.
Now I’m standing at my booth, surrounded by autumn angels that nobody wants to buy, when the most gorgeous mountain man I’ve ever seen offers me a business partnership that could change everything.
Luca owns this entire property. He believes in my vision. And the way he looks at me makes my knees weak. There’s just one problem—I can’t stop thinking about the man I’ve never met.
How can I fall for someone new when my heart already belongs to a stranger behind a screen?
What I don’t know is that some strangers aren’t strangers at all.
