Tropes in this book- Mountain small town - Age Gap - Sheriff - Some forced proximity - grumpy x sunshine - open door
I came to Harts Hollow to look after my aunt’s store. Two weeks, tops.
I didn’t plan on someone breaking in. I definitely didn’t plan on the sheriff — six feet of jaw and uniform and those green eyes that won’t look at me for longer than a second. And I especially didn’t plan on falling for a man who’s spent thirteen years convincing himself he doesn’t need anyone.
Sheriff Wes Calloway is forty-two, divorced, and the most stubborn person I’ve ever met. He barely smiles. And won’t admit that parking outside my store all night after a break-in means anything more than doing his job.
But his hands shake when he touches me.
And when a man who hasn’t let anyone close in over a decade kisses you like you’re the first real thing he’s felt in years — you don’t walk away from that.
He thinks I’m leaving. He thinks he’s too old, too quiet, too set in his ways. He thinks the best he can do is protect me from a distance and pretend it doesn’t kill him.
He’s wrong about all of it.
I came here for my aunt. But I’m staying for the sheriff.
This is a spicy open door standalone / complete story in the shared world of Harts Hollow - a mountain town with men looking for their HEA's.