Ruth was a pain in my neck when she lived under the same roof at the ranch. She’s even worse now that she’s helping my twin brother’s fiancée plan their wedding. It’s no secret that we can’t stand each other. And for the next two weeks, if I’m not running some errand for my brother, I’m also hauling Ruth’s stubborn, opinionated, too-loud arse all around town since her car died on the side of the road. Not that she appreciates my sacrifice. No. She argues. She second-guesses. She pecks. A man can only be pushed so far before he breaks. A fact that Ruth—who I’ve also secretly fantasized about every single night since the day my brother and I first landed on the ranch—is about to find out firsthand.