Broken Roads

Desperate for a fresh start and a quiet place to hide, I fled to Montana to outrun the mistakes that haunt me. Walker Ranch was supposed to be my sanctuary-crunch numbers, charm tourists, keep my head low, and don't let anyone glimpse the wreckage beneath my careful facade.

Then, on day one, I nearly plowed my car into Bradley Walker.

Ranch owner. Stubborn, infuriating, and dangerously tempting in worn flannel and cowboy swagger. He has no tolerance for city girls with baggage and even less patience for the undeniable heat that crackles every time our eyes meet.

He calls me reckless. I call him a brooding menace. But despite our best efforts, every stolen glance, every lingering touch, pulls us closer to something we can't control. Now, when I catch his gaze lingering a little too long, my heart pounds with fear he'll see all the jagged edges I can't quite hide.

Because Bradley isn't temporary.

And if I stay, he'll uncover every secret I'm desperate to keep.

But maybe, just maybe, risking everything for the cowboy two doors down is exactly the leap my heart needs to heal.