Harvest Brew With the Mountain Man
I thought I was done with surprises until my best friend’s sister shows up barefoot, soaking wet, clothes ripped, battered and bruised claiming she doesn’t need a hero.
Camille Lane.
My best friend’s little sister. Off-limits since the day I met her. And now? She’s standing behind my bar at midnight, shivering, scared, and refusing to tell me what the hell happened.
She could’ve gone to her brother. Should’ve.
But she came to me.
It’s been years since I’ve seen her. She’s not the quiet kid trailing behind her big brother anymore. She’s grown now—curvy, fiery, stubborn as hell—and in way over her head.
She says she doesn’t need saving.
Too bad.
I’m not asking permission.
I’ve kept my distance for years. Watched from the shadows. Bit my tongue. But now she’s under my roof, sleeping in my flannel, testing every ounce of control I’ve got—and if her brother finds out, it might cost me everything.
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