How to Date a Billionaire

Life taught me not to rely on anyone but family and I’m not going to let some billionaire wannabe rancher distract me from what’s really important: raising my daughters well.

Meeting my new neighbor while covered in horse manure isn’t my first choice. Unfortunately no one asked me.

Certainly not Keating Sullivan, the arrogant, pushy, gorgeous billionaire who barged onto the ranch where I work and demanded the right to search for his missing alpaca like he’s entitled to the world.

I mean, I’m sorry he lost his pet, but I’m alone on the ranch with my two young daughters and he’s this big, muscular, drool-worthy…

Point is, I’ve got plenty of my own problems. I don’t need a billionaire deciding I’m his new retirement goal just because he’s ready to settle down and have a family.

The man is so delusional he believes he had a love at first sight moment with me.

Then, because of course, my ex shows back up in my life. He cheated on me and emptied our bank accounts and I never want to see him again.

Not so easy when I have two little girls who miss their father.

This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to handle alone, and Keating is here, offering to be my support and my sounding board. I can hardly turn that down.

I’m just not sure I’ll be able to keep my distance when he looks at me like I’m the one he’s been searching for.