I use my family connections to land an internship at Blackwood Lodge…only to fall face-first into an off-limits crush on the gruff, tattooed man who runs it. Thanks to my mom’s recent marriage to Ford Callahan’s brother, the big, bearded giant who runs the luxury resort is…well, technically he’s family. Which is fine, because I’m here to intern. To bulk up my resume before heading back to the city. Not to tumble head-over-sort-of-related-heels for a man twenty-six years older than me who barely speaks unless he has to, but always growls when I wear leggings. He’s off-limits. Too old. Too…
I read. And quilt. A lot.
