The charming cowboy finally kisses me, and then a lawyer shows up with his secret daughter.
Mitch Delgado has baggage.
An Eight-year-old, garbage-bag-of-belongings, trust-no-one baggage.
His rodeo past crashes into our present in the form of Dakota—the daughter he never knew existed. Her mother’s dead. Her grandparents want custody. And I’m the only person she’ll talk to.
Mitch thinks I didn’t sign up for instant family and custody battles.
He’s trying to push me away to “protect” me.
I’ve spent years slinging whiskey behind the Driftwood’s bar. I don’t scare easy.
This cowboy doesn’t get to decide what I can handle.
