She thought she'd find one nice guy in town. Fate doubled the order.
I drove four hundred miles to my late grandmother's lake cabin with no degree, no plan, and one stubborn secret—at twenty-one, I've never been touched and still waiting for my life to start.
Then two trucks pull up at dawn. Theo is the lean, silver-templed ranger with a smile that undoes me. Mose is the quiet carpenter who looks at me like he already knows I'm his. T
hey were Grandma's Sunday breakfast guests, and apparently, she asked them to look after me—in every way.
One taste of being their good girl, and I'm ready to beg.
