Leave it to me to crash-land my hot air balloon onto a grumpy farmer’s land. The grump? My best friend’s unfairly hot older brother. The one who ruined me for other men from day one.
Cue guilt, a word-vomit apology, and (because restraint isn’t my thing) an offer to stay and help him recover from the injury he got trying to catch my fall. Now I’m his unwanted roommate.
Davis Pruitt doesn’t talk much, which is fair, considering I upended his peaceful existence. I plan to keep my head down and fix what I broke, but then… something unexpected happens.
He starts taking care of me. He’s the one handing me ice packs. He’s the one making sure I eat. Every carefully buried feeling I’ve ever had for him claws its way back to the surface.
Slowly, I pull him out of his quiet shell, and my long-standing crush has me in knots all over again. Knots that only he can unravel.
But small-town rumors say love burned him once before, and now he won’t risk the fall. Good thing I’ve never been afraid of a little gravity.
Falling in love wasn’t part of the plan, but they say true love hits you when you least expect it. In my case, I hit him – with a hot air balloon.
