She swerved to avoid a calf. She didn’t expect to wreck her life into a cowboy. Sawyer Wildstone runs Wildstone Ranch with military precision. No distractions, no mess, and definitely no women in high heels and city perfume. But when a stranded vet tech crash-lands into his fence line and starts stealing his barn light with every slow, competent touch, Sawyer’s rules go straight out the window. She’s all sunshine and sass. He’s all scowl and calluses. One full-body injury check later, and neither one’s walking away clean.