Lawson Rawlins was supposed to be the good guy.
The golden boy who always did the right thing. He walked away from the Montana ranch he loved—and the closeknit family who raised him—for a corporate career in HR. Because fighting for the underdog felt like purpose. Until a shiny new job at a high-profile New York firm makes him question everything… including who he’s really fighting for.
Carlie Lamont is in crisis mode.
Her million-dollar client—an overgrown man-child with no self-control—just faceplanted his reputation in front of half the city. It’s a PR disaster, and her career might not survive the fallout. Worse? If she goes down, so does the nice life she’s built for her adopt-a-grandma, Millie.
The last thing she needs is some smug HR guy telling her how to do her job.
Especially not that HR guy.
Now they both find themselves in new territory—a women’s shelter HQ—sharing an office and far too much animosity. She blames him for her professional crash-and-burn. He seems annoyingly unbothered. And worse? He’s infuriatingly charming.
They trade barbs like weapons.
She pushes. He pushes back.
Until she crosses a line—and suddenly, it’s full-on war.
But in a battlefield this close, sparks don’t just fly… they ignite.