According to Grant Holiday, there are two kinds of people in the world: those who follow the rules and those who should stay the heck out of his forest. So when I wake up with the sexy forest ranger scowling down at me for not paying for the tiny bit of forest where I spent the night, it's clear which kind of person he thinks I am.
Grant insists on making me pay even though it's his day off and I don't have a cent to my name.
When I get lost in the woods and Grant saves my life, I joke that our souls are now forever bonded. He doesn't laugh. It's not apparent he has a sense of humor. He's lean and fit and his eyes are this gorgeous shade of green, but his good looks hardly make up for his lack of personality.
A smart woman would lie low, try to follow the rules, and avoid Grant Holiday, but he just keeps showing up and pointing out every rule I'm breaking whether I'm rescuing an injured skunk or accepting a job at his brother's bookstore.
He's the last person I want to see every day, until. he isn't.
I've got trust issues and he's hung up on his ex. We'll never work as a couple, but I can't deny the attraction brewing between us.