She has seventy-two hours to save her planner business. I take one look at her setup and decide I’m not letting her do it alone.
Hunter
I spent years on the fireline, where broken systems cost lives.I don’t miss the signs when someone’s about to collapse.
Skye Lochary shows up at my off-grid cabin with a car full of unfinished custom planners and a production schedule that’s one bad day away from failure.A rental mistake strands her here. A storm closes the road behind her.
She has seventy-two hours to fulfill hundreds of orders or lose the business she built from scratch.So I step in.
I rewire her workflow. I smooth the bottlenecks. I steady the process without taking it from her.Soon, it stops being about the work and starts being about how naturally she fits in my space, how close she stands, how my hands keep finding reasons to touch her curves.
She thinks I’m helping her meet a deadline.This isn’t a project to me. It’s a life I’m claiming. Soon, she’ll realize I’m not giving that up.
Skye
I built my planner company to help people feel organized and calm.My own life is held together with caffeine, apologies, and sheer willpower.
A mistake strands me in Hunter Channing’s cabin. He doesn’t rush me or talk down to me.
He works beside me, quiet, focused, close enough to notice what I miss and strong enough to carry what I can’t.He feeds me between production runs. He fixes what isn’t working. He treats my work and my exhaustion like they matter.
Around him, the calm I’ve been chasing shows up in my body first. It’s deep, grounding, and threaded with a heat I don’t try to talk myself out of.
