At forty-five, I’ve carved out the perfect life in these mountains. My logging company. My solitude. My rules. No complications. No damn feelings.
Then Sophia Coleman shows up at my office with her laptop, her spreadsheets, and her smart mouth, claiming they sent her to “modernize” my operation. She’s fresh out of college. Twenty-four years old.
A virgin who blushes when I look at her too long. Everything I should stay away from. But she’s got fire in those dark eyes and stubbornness that matches my own.
She won’t back down when I try to intimidate her, won’t run when I tell her this mountain isn’t safe for city girls. She wants to stay in my cabin while she works. Big mistake, sweetheart.
Because the longer she’s under my roof, the harder it gets to remember why I swore off complications.
