She prefers to be seen as just one of the guys, but that’s one thing she’ll never be to him.
Working on heavy machinery is not for the faint of heart. Doing it as a woman is a whole other ball game.
It makes a woman put up walls higher than Mount Everest and develop skin thicker than the grease buildup on the equipment I repair.
Long, back-breaking days in every kind of weather are to be expected, but add a pair of breasts to the worker and you can also expect to be ogled, harassed, and underestimated on top of it.
My first meeting with Lane Gillman is no exception. Nor is our second. But the ex-military mechanic with rough hands, broad chest, and a chipper personality gets under my skin faster than I’d like.
He’s intent on proving he is the exception to the rule, wearing me down faster than a grinder on a rusted bolt.
The closer he gets, the harder it is to remember why I swore I’d never let a man past my defenses again. Because Lane doesn’t treat me like one of the guys.
He treats me like a woman he’s determined to keep.
Working for Her Heart is a reverse grumpy/sunshine, curvy blue-collar heroine, ex-military blue-collar hero, instalove, small-town, workplace short romance.
