Ā Jack Valentini isnāt my type.Ā
Sexy, brooding cowboys are fine in the movies, but in real life, I prefer a suit and tie. Proper manners. A close shave.Ā
Jack might be gorgeous, but heās also scruffy, rugged, and rude. He wants nothing to do with a ārich city girlā like me, and he isnāt afraid to say so.Ā
But Iāve got a PR job to do for his familyās farm, so heās stuck with me and Iām stuck with him. His glares. His moods. His tight jeans. His muscles.Ā
His huge, hard muscles.
Pretty soon thereās a whole different kind of tension between us, the kind that has me misbehaving in barns, trees, and pickup trucks. Iāve never done anything so out of characterābut it feels too good to stop.
And the more I learn about the grieving ex-Army sergeant, the better I understand him. Losing his wife left him broken and bitter and blaming himself. He doesnāt think he deserves a second chance at happiness.Ā
But heās wrong.
I donāt need to be his first love. If only heād let me be his last.