Planted By the Mountain Man

FLORA:
?? I had a plan. A good plan. Insemination, positive test, baby on the way — all on my terms. Nowhere in that plan did it say “drive to Montana to stalk your sperm donor.”

But his profile kept rattling around in my head. I just wanted to see him. Quietly. Like a normal, well-adjusted person.
Instead I tripped over a hive box and landed at the feet of the grumpiest, hottest beekeeper in the mountain west. Then I panicked and told him I was a landscape designer. At least that part is true. Now I’m planting pollinator gardens I invented on the spot while he drizzles wild honey over everything he cooks and looks at me like I’m trouble he wants to taste. ??

The longer I stay — swallowing his honey, feeling his hands, watching spring crack this mountain wide open — the harder it gets to remember I came here to observe. Not to stay. And definitely not to fall.

He’s starting to suspect I’m not here for the flowers.

I’m starting to realize he might be right. ??

?? Grumpy-sunshine • Breeding kink • Forced proximity • Who-falls-first • Guaranteed HEA
Quick, hot, and bingeable in one sitting. ??