Bridesmaid Duty

One foul ball, flying beer, and a single kiss for the kiss cam was all it took to turn yearning for Blaze into a 24/7 lifestyle.

When my bestie's wedding plans go sideways, I'm desperate to salvage her big day. Bridesmaid duty in Montana sounded romantic until it meant sharing a tiny cabin—and one bed with Blaze—the man I never quite got over. The only man who ever made my heart race and my body beg.

Old chemistry ignites faster than Montana wildfires. His slow smiles and stolen touches are unraveling me faster than I can say "maid of honor."  I'm supposed to be focused on the wedding, not on how good he looks without his jersey. Zero escape, and a whole lot of "oh hell yes" just waiting to happen. Every glance feels like foreplay. This forced proximity is pure, delicious torture.

Will our second chance end with "I do"… or just a whole lot of "finally"?