The night I pulled her car out of a flooded ditch, I told myself the drenched, wide-eyed nurse in my passenger seat had no business tangling with a man who’s lived as many years—and made as many mistakes—as I have.
A storm casualty.
A responsibility.
A stranger I’d drop off at the house, pay well, and keep at arm’s length.
Then Holly Tate walked into my kitchen like youth wrapped in sunshine and trouble—and my damn house woke up with her in it.
I didn’t plan on the laughter.
Or the way she kneels in the mud teaching my daughter to breathe easier.
Or how the silence stops feeling safe once she’s in the room.
I’ve built my life out here on rules and distance. Holly breaks both without trying. And every time the rain traps us inside these walls, I feel myself slipping—toward her mouth, her hands, her impossible optimism.
But just when I start to believe we might survive each other, my ex-wife shows up demanding access to the daughter she abandoned… and a man from Holly'''s past starts calling like he owns her.
Now my home isn’t quiet.
It’s a pressure cooker.
And if I choose wrong—her, my daughter, or the safety I’ve spent years rebuilding—I could lose everything.
The worst part?
I’m not sure the storm outside is the one I should be worried about.
Genre: Romance
A storm casualty.
A responsibility.
A stranger I’d drop off at the house, pay well, and keep at arm’s length.
Then Holly Tate walked into my kitchen like youth wrapped in sunshine and trouble—and my damn house woke up with her in it.
I didn’t plan on the laughter.
Or the way she kneels in the mud teaching my daughter to breathe easier.
Or how the silence stops feeling safe once she’s in the room.
I’ve built my life out here on rules and distance. Holly breaks both without trying. And every time the rain traps us inside these walls, I feel myself slipping—toward her mouth, her hands, her impossible optimism.
But just when I start to believe we might survive each other, my ex-wife shows up demanding access to the daughter she abandoned… and a man from Holly'''s past starts calling like he owns her.
Now my home isn’t quiet.
It’s a pressure cooker.
And if I choose wrong—her, my daughter, or the safety I’ve spent years rebuilding—I could lose everything.
The worst part?
I’m not sure the storm outside is the one I should be worried about.
Genre: Romance
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