I came to Wylde Mountain, Montana for one week of sunshine, river rafting, and summer adventure. Falling for a hot mountain man was not on the agenda.
But Levi Carrington took one look at me from the back of a raft and grinned like he already knew exactly how much trouble I was going to be.
He’s a river guide in the summer. A lumberjack the rest of the year. Big, bearded, reckless, and hot enough to make a smart woman forget every reasonable boundary she has ever had.
Too bad I’m very smart.
Too bad he’s very distracting.
Levi doesn’t do relationships. He says it with that crooked smile, like it’s supposed to be a warning.But he keeps finding reasons to touch me, keeps calling me trouble like it’s his favorite word, keeps looking at me like I’m the only woman on this mountain and he’s already decided I belong to him.
I came here for a five-year reunion with my college girlfriends.
I did not come here to get soaked, chased, kissed senseless, or claimed by a man who laughs too loud, flirts too easily, and makes me want things I have no business wanting.
But Levi Carrington is very good with his hands.
And when he gets me wet?
There’s no going back.
