He's damaged goods. Sure chaos. Mr. Impossible.
So why am I risking it all for one more kiss?
I never knew what hit me.
Rex stormed into my little world with two adorable twin boys and no apologies.
Bearish. Short-fused. Consuming. Huge.
Torturously gorgeous.
Leave-your-heart-in-pieces wrong.
Did I mention HUGE?
He's instant trouble the second he checks into our lodge and my overprotective grandpa hires him.
Then I catch him staring with that knowing ache in his eyes.
I forget what trouble even means.
He also needs a nanny. Sold.
My signature cupcakes aren't the sweetest thing in this small town anymore.
Not when his cold shoulder thaws.
Not when our nights unravel me.
