Hunt Blackburn had one rule for his crew of broken bears: no mates allowed. I wish someone had warned me about that before he walked into my bar.

I thought he was just here to fix the damage after his crew got into a brawl that nearly tore the place apart. A few repairs, some apologies, and we'd be done. But then Hunt looked at me, really looked at me, and suddenly, my entire world tilted.

There was something about him—something raw, protective, and a little bit dangerous—that pulled me in despite every wall I'd built to keep men like him out. I knew better than to trust anyone, especially someone like Hunt, with his haunted eyes and his insistence on keeping me at arm's length.

But the more time we spent together, the harder it was to ignore the pull between us. And the harder it was to hide the secrets I swore I'd take to my grave.

Hunt might think walking away is the only way to protect me, but what he doesn't realize is that I don't need saving. I just need him.