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It didn’t take long for news to spread that Tagger Grange was back in Peachtree Pass. I found out even faster when I fell right into his arms—not by choice. The barstool wobbled under me when reaching for a cheddar biscuit. They’re my weakness. Much like he used to be. Rolled up sleeves and tailored pants have replaced the boots and jeans my brother’s best friend once wore. But it’s not just the clothes that have changed. His shoulders are broader and he’s broodier. Somehow, he's even more handsome than ever. And seeing the little boy smiling at his side? My heart instantly melts. I can't handle Tagger as a hot single dad. Since he has no plans to stay, I know it’s best to avoid him. But daily run-ins at Rollingwood Ranch make him hard to ignore, and even harder to walk away. His heated glances warm my insides, his smile awakens my dormant heart, and one stormy night leads to crossing lines we vowed we wouldn’t. But when falling in the hay turns into falling in love, I start to wonder if our happy ending is a long time coming. Or will he return to the city leaving me with a broken heart?

Rules can't be broken if they don't exist... Paisley I’d considered myself carefree and content until I met my best friend’s older brother. Brody Benson has a way of wrecking my composure with a single glare. He’s broody and crass and far too attractive. As if that isn’t enough, he earns more money in a month than I’ll likely make in my lifetime. We couldn’t be more different. That’s why I settle for catching quick glances of him in passing. Meanwhile, he prefers to pretend I don’t exist. But then the unthinkable happens. Brody The death of my mother rocks the foundation that our rustic empire is built on. After the funeral, my sister flees to find comfort and peace. Dad shuts down, leaving me to keep the business running. That undertaking is made more challenging by Paisley Keaton. Now I’m constantly crossing paths with the sunny cowgirl my sister left in charge of the barn. She tries to be helpful, which only agitates my animosity. I don’t miss an opportunity to tell her where to stick that overly positive attitude. The fact that Paisley is the last woman I’d ever date promotes her to a permanent position at Benson Manor. One that needs to be filled to guarantee my ownership of the company. Paisley will be my wife, but the only thing she’ll get from me is my last name.