Gunner Stone arrives with a scowl, a Stetson, and zero respect for what I’ve built here.
Built like sin and owner of the broadest shoulders I’ve ever seen, stuffed into a flannel.
We’re forced to create a luxury Mountain to Sea riding package together.
Those calloused hands and rough edges hide something I’m not supposed to find.
We clash over timing, weather, and tides.
Somewhere between storms, trail rides, and a night trapped in the barn, I start falling for him. I don’t bother hiding it. I fight for us. He fights the fear that I’ll leave like everyone else.
Then my ex-husband shows up with investors and a surf-shop deal. The dream I’ve been saving for. Except he insists on putting his name on the contract.
