I've waited ten years for Skye to come back to Last Chance Creek. Ten long years watching the mountain road for her return. When I finally see her unpacking at her grandmother's old cabin, all those curves she's grown into nearly bring me to my knees.She thinks she's here temporarily. Just passing through to clear out some old boxes before heading back to her city life. She's wrong. The moment I lay eyes on her again, I know one thing with absolute certainty—she belongs here in these mountains. With me. The shy, bookish girl I couldn't forget has blossomed into a woman who awakens every primal instinct I possess. I'll fix her cabin. I'll warm her bed. I'll claim what should have been mine all along. She can fight it all she wants, but deep down, she knows the truth. The connection between us is as ancient and powerful as the mountains themselves. My Mountain Queen has finally come home, and this time, I'm never letting her go. I told myself I was just coming back to Last Chance Creek to sort through Gran's cabin. A quick trip—tie up loose ends, clear my head, then back to my real life in Seattle. I never expected to see him again. Gideon Cole. The mountain king of my teenage dreams, now all grown up into something infinitely more dangerous. One look from those moss-green eyes and I'm completely undone. One touch from those calloused hands and my carefully constructed city life starts crumbling like sand. He's everywhere—fixing my porch steps without asking, bringing me dinner in the rain, looking at my curves like they're something to worship rather than hide. "You filled out," he says, and for once, it doesn't sound like criticism. What terrifies me most isn't his intensity or his commanding presence. It's how much I crave it. How right it feels when he claims me as his own. I came here to sort through Gran's past, but instead, I've stumbled into my future—wild, untamed, and utterly consuming. The mountains are calling me home. And so is he.