One house. One towel. One grumpy hero about to lose his heart.
The last thing I expected when I walked into my house after deployment was to find my high school crush standing in my hallway in nothing but a towel.
Welcome back to Huckleberry Creek, Gabe.
Turns out my matchmaking grandmother “forgot” to mention she rented my place out while I was overseas. To Felicity Harmon. Sunshine incarnate, my teenage dream girl, and exactly the kind of woman I have no business wanting.
The arrangement is supposed to be temporary. I’ll keep my distance, fix up her house, and get her back where she belongs. Simple.
Except there’s nothing simple about sharing a roof with Felicity.
She makes me laugh when I’ve forgotten how, cooks amazing meals, curls up beside me on the couch, and somehow turns my house into something that feels dangerously like home. And every day makes it harder to remember all the reasons wanting her is a bad idea.
Felicity deserves more than a grumpy contractor with more than his fair share of demons. But somewhere between fixing what’s broken at her place and falling into a life with her at mine, I start wondering if I’ve been wrong about what I can offer.
Because she’s always been the dream.
The gamble I never had the guts to take.
Until now.
