She came to hide. He made her want to be found. I fled to Hope Peak Lake with three stay hidden, stay quiet, and stay away from men. After my obsessed listener turned stalker, the last thing I needed was another complication. Then I met my next-door neighbor—six feet four inches of grumpy mountain man who thought I couldn't tell a fishing rod from a selfie stick. Detective Noah Sterling was everything I didn't protective, persistent, and way too perceptive for my secrets. But when he caught me skinny dipping off our shared dock one moonlit night, keeping my distance became impossible. By the time the Fourth of July fireworks lit up the lake, I realized the most dangerous thing in Hope Peak wasn't my stalker—it was the way Noah made me want to stop running. The pretty city girl next door was trouble from the moment she nearly sank her rental boat. Didi claimed she wanted privacy, but everything about her screamed secrets. As Hope Peak's detective, I should have kept my professional distance. Instead, I found myself teaching her to fish, sharing midnight swims, and forgetting every rule I'd ever made about getting involved with summer tourists. When I discovered why she was really hiding at the lake, protecting her became more than my job—it became my mission. But as the July Fourth crowds descended on our small town, I realized the I wasn't just guarding her from danger. I was falling for the one woman who might not stay once the fireworks faded. A steamy small-town romance about finding love when you least expect it—and the mountain man who makes running away the last thing on your mind.