My dad’s best friend hired me as his nanny.
But the grumpy cowboy with the broken arm doesnt want me here.
And hes made that very clear.
But I had nowhere else to go.
Not after the scandal that burned my life to the ground.
So now I’m stuck on a remote Montana ranch…
Wrestling goats, dodging roosters, and nannying a ten-year-old who’s way too clever for his own good.
Brooks doesn’t talk much.
Unless he’s bossing me around or smirking at my city-girl disasters.
But the way he looks at me when he thinks I’m not watching?
I see it.
And it’s getting harder to pretend I don’t want more than his grudging approval.
He’s rugged, stubborn, maddening, and completely off-limits.
So why does it feel like I’m falling for the one man who’s made it clear I don’t belong?
Especially now that the danger I left behind might have followed me to Montana.
