Gorgeous ranchers meet ex-crims, what could possibly go wrong?
I don't know whose wise idea it was to send us on this retreat. I don't need rehabilitation. I don't need a bunch of hot cowboys telling me what to do. I don't need anyone trying to be my friend. I just want to go home and put this nightmare behind me.
I just spent a year in prison for something I didn't do, now I have to endure this? I can't deny that the ranchers are gorgeous, and Lake is unlike any man I've ever met.
They don't trust me. He doesn't trust me. I'm trouble, according to them. He hates it about as much as I do, and I make a vow to keep him on his toes. I'm not one to follow rules. I'll do what I want at this stupid retreat. There is one, small, problem though . . .
A stablehand goes missing. Vanishes. Determined not to end up in prison again, I make it my mission to find out what happened to him. I'll clear my name because I'm not going back to that hell hole. If only I could ditch the gorgeous cowboy who insists on coming everywhere with me.
Perhaps the only way for me to get rid of him is to make his life a living hell. Oh, yes, by the end of it, he'll wish he never met me.
