I thought he was the Cowboy Handyman; turns out, he’s the new owner.
The bar owner died.
I’ve poured my soul into this bar, waiting for the day the papers would say the bar is mine.
Luke Walker shows up. Broad shoulders, sin-dark eyes, a smirk that promises trouble.
I call him the handyman. I thought the estate sent him. He doesn’t correct me.
Every brush of his hand ignites sparks. Every lean across the bar steals my breath.
Banter turns to teasing . I’m caught in the kind of heat that makes you forget your own name.
He teases; I flirt back, and somehow it feels like foreplay every single time.
I’ve fallen—hard—for the man who makes me ache with one look.
Then the truth drops like a bomb.
Luke isn’t here to fix the bar. He owns it. The man I’ve been kissing in my dreams.
I believe I’ve lost it all. Then I hear something even worse.
Genre: Romance
The bar owner died.
I’ve poured my soul into this bar, waiting for the day the papers would say the bar is mine.
Luke Walker shows up. Broad shoulders, sin-dark eyes, a smirk that promises trouble.
I call him the handyman. I thought the estate sent him. He doesn’t correct me.
Every brush of his hand ignites sparks. Every lean across the bar steals my breath.
Banter turns to teasing . I’m caught in the kind of heat that makes you forget your own name.
He teases; I flirt back, and somehow it feels like foreplay every single time.
I’ve fallen—hard—for the man who makes me ache with one look.
Then the truth drops like a bomb.
Luke isn’t here to fix the bar. He owns it. The man I’ve been kissing in my dreams.
I believe I’ve lost it all. Then I hear something even worse.
Genre: Romance
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