I don't stay anywhere long enough to leave footprints, let alone heartprints.
Three months in Cherry Creek should have been just another pit stop—pour drinks, collect tips, disappear before anyone gets too close. I've perfected the art of keeping men at arm's length while serving them whiskey with a smile.
Then Bronson Helm walks into Neon Jack's. Six-foot-three of pure Montana rancher wrapped in faded denim and bad intentions. Storm-gray eyes that see straight through my carefully constructed walls. And a Harley that purrs promises I shouldn't want to hear.
He's everything I should run from—wealthy, demanding, and way too old for a twenty-three-year-old bartender with more baggage than belongings. But when he looks at me like I'm the answer to every prayer he's never said out loud, my feet forget how to find the exit.
One ride on the back of his Harley changes everything. One night in his bed ruins me for anyone else. One whispered "stay" and I'm questioning every rule I've lived by.
But I've been running so long, I don't know how to stand still. And Bronson Helm isn't the kind of man who accepts half-measures or borrowed time.
He wants all of me. The question is: am I brave enough to let him have it?

Warning: This book contains explicit sexual scenes, strong language, and mature themes.