Moving back to Ash Ridge, Colorado feels like coming home. I spent every summer as a little girl living with my grandmother, Cora, on the McClaren homestead, riding horses bareback, and eating apples from the orchard for supper.
Now the place is officially mine, with its sprawling garden, greenhouse, barn, and livestock.
The only dark spot to tarnish my happiness is the neighbor next door, Landon Hewitt. He’s grumpy, brooding, and so hot that I’m tongue-tied like an idiot when I accidentally cross paths with him.
If he wasn’t so sour, I would have enjoyed licking every inch of him…
