My dad’s best friend hired me as his nanny. But the grumpy cowboy with the broken arm doesn't want me here. And he's made that very clear. But I had nowhere else to go. Not after the scandal that burned my life to the ground. So now I’m stuck on a remote Montana ranch… Wrestling goats dodging roosters and nannying a ten-year-old who’s way too clever for his own good. Brooks doesn’t talk much. Unless he’s bossing me around or smirking at my city-girl disasters. But the way he looks at me when he thinks I’m not watching? I see it. And it’s getting harder to pretend I don’t want more than his grudging approval. He’s rugged stubborn maddening and completely off-limits. So why does it feel like I’m falling for the one man who’s made it clear I don’t belong? Especially now that the danger I left behind might have followed me to Montana.