Ozzy
Taking a job as a private nurse on a family ranch in Virginia was supposed to be a temporary fix—a way to disappear, lay low, and keep my past where it belongs.
My patient? A grumpy old man with one foot in the grave and a foul mouth to match my own.
Easy enough.
His family? A whole different story.
Jackson Rowe is a problem I don’t need.
A rugged cowboy with a sharp stare, a sharper tongue, and a body carved by hard work and bad decisions.
He’s watching me too closely, peeling back my layers with nothing but silence and those storm-cloud eyes.
He wants to know my secrets.
But trust isn’t something I give, and getting close to me comes with consequences.
Jackson
My father is dying, and my family is barely holding it together.
The last thing we need is a sarcastic, guarded-as-hell nurse stirring up trouble.
But Ozzy Davenport isn’t just trouble—she’s a goddamn hurricane in eight inch heels.
She pushes, I push back, and somehow, that friction turns into something neither of us saw coming.
She acts like she’s untouchable, like she’s already halfway out the door.
But I see her.
I see the fight in her, the fire.
And I know one thing for sure—whatever she’s running from is catching up.
And this time, I won’t let her run alone.
