Some trouble is worth fighting for.
My ceiling collapsed, flooding my kitchen and threatening the safehaven I’ve built for my daughter in Silver Ridge. When I call Flint Miller in desperation, I expect emergency help. I don’t expect the way my pulse races when he shows up looking like salvation in work boots.
He’s a man who builds things to last—stone foundations, solid repairs, and unshakeable devotion to a single mom and her seven-year-old. Every day he works on my house, he’s also rebuilding something broken inside me.
But my ex-husband wants us back in Vancouver, and he’ll use any weapon, including my relationship with a “local yokel”—to get custody of my daughter. Flint says he’s not going anywhere. We’re worth fighting for.