Blaire Monroe is the only woman I’ve ever loved, and the only one I’ve let break my heart. It’s been ten years since she ran from this town, chasing a life that didn’t include the cowboy next door who blurred the line between best friend and something more. Now she’s back. Fresh off a busted engagement and hiding out on her grandmother’s crumbling strawberry farm like the past never happened. Like she doesn’t still linger in every part of me I’ve spent years trying to erase. But Blaire isn’t the kind of girl you forget. She’s reckless, untamed, and impossible to hold without getting scorched. We collide the second we’re in the same room. Too much heat. Too much history. Not nearly enough distance. The tension crackles, the pull is impossible, and before long, we’re right back where we swore we’d never be—pressed against the wall, her hands in my hair, my mouth on hers like I’ve been starving for a decade. I tell myself I can handle it. But the truth is, this cowboy was never meant for casual. Not with her. And sure as hell not again.