Angol
He wants me to stay out of his way. I want to get under his skin.
One look at single dad Callum Blackwood, and I know I messed up. I never meant to save a farm-or steal it from under the grumpy innkeeper who had already claimed it as his future.
Now I'm the woman who swooped in on a whim and left him seething.
Trouble is, I have no idea what I'm doing.
Every smirk, every biting comment, is a reminder that he's waiting for me to fail. But I don't back down from a fight-even when the fight comes with a jawline that should be illegal and a scowl that sets my pulse racing.
Tempers flare, but when the lines between rivals and lovers begin to blur, I start to see him in a different light. The longer we go toe-to-toe, the more I understand the man behind the scowl. The one who loves his kid fiercely, who carries the weight of the world on his shoulders, who looks at me like I'm the reason the sun rises.
Cal's wrong if he thinks I'll give up on this farm. He's even more wrong if he thinks I'll give up on him.
But holding a man like him is like chasing the sun-brilliant, blinding, and bound to set your entire life on fire.
