I don’t let outsiders near what my family is hiding.
Then a storm blows an engineer into my town who won’t stop asking questions.
Camille Dyer doesn’t do guesswork. She reads one cracked coupling and calls it exactly what it is — sabotage.
My job is making her look away.
My problem is I don’t want her to.
She thinks I know this mountain too well for an emergency coordinator.
She’s not wrong.
Somebody’s been staging “accidents” for months, and they’re too close to the one stretch of land that can never be surveyed — my den, my pride, every secret I’ve built a life around burying.
Camille won’t stop pulling that thread even when it turns lethal.
I can’t stop wanting her close even when it costs me everything I’ve hidden.
The storm keeps climbing. The evidence keeps stacking.
And whoever’s behind this isn’t done — they want the whole line gone, along with anyone left standing on it.
But nobody comes for what’s mine. Not my den.
And definitely not her.
Read on for a guarded protector with a secret older than the mountain, a woman too sharp and too stubborn to look away from the truth, and a bond forged in the one storm neither of them saw coming. HEA guaranteed.