Chloe's car dies in the middle of nowhere. Her only option is the brooding cowboy who pulls over like it's a chore. He doesn't smile. He doesn't talk. He definitely doesn't flirt.

Beck wants her gone. She's loud, city-pretty, and all wrong for a man like him. But she's also stuck on his ranch and driving him wild without trying.

They argue. They touch. They cross the line in every way that counts. What starts as an inconvenience turns into the one thing neither of them expected.

Now the question isn't how it started. It's how the hell they're supposed to stop.