One thing I know about Terry O'Connor—the man has complicated relationship written all over him, something I've avoided for pretty much forever. One thing I know about Terry's hometown, Painted Bay—it's a long, long way from my life as a Mackenzie Country veterinarian, and dedicated, carefree bachelor. All of which should be good news. 

No reason to look twice at the gorgeous man currently staying at Miller Station with his daughter. No reason to daydream about his soft lips, quirky sense of humour, sexy smile, or the way he blushes whenever he catches me staring which is far too often. No reason to second guess my future plans or reconsider the no-strings lifestyle I've worked hard to perfect.

And absolutely no reason to feel disappointed that Terry is even less interested in a relationship than I am. I should be relieved. 

Then why can't I stop thinking about him and how right it feels when we're together? Why does my heart spin at the very mention of his name? And why does the thought of moving on without Terry and his daughter in my life feel like the loneliest decision in the world?