I thought letting my billionaire rancher friend help me out in a time of need would be easy. Boy, was I wrong.

Ethan Wilson and I have been friends for years. We’re both active in our small town and like to whistle while we work. A distraction is the last thing either of us needs.

When my world came crashing down, threatening my very livelihood, he was there with open arms to help me save my business.

Of all the things I accounted for, my growing feelings for him weren’t in those projections. Gratitude is one thing, but this feeling is so much more. It’s getting harder to control and keep under wraps.

He can’t find out how I feel about him. It would risk our friendship, not to mention our mission to save my business and the rest of our small town from what’s coming.