Jack Valentini isn\'t my type.
If only he\'d let me be his last..
I don\'t need to be his first love.
But he\'s wrong.
He doesn\'t think he deserves a second chance at happiness.
Losing his wife left him broken and bitter and blaming himself.
And the more I learn about the grieving ex-Army sergeant, the better I understand him.
I\'ve never done anything so out of character-but it feels too good to stop.
Pretty soon there\'s a whole different kind of tension between us, the kind that has me misbehaving in barns, trees, and pickup trucks.
His huge, hard muscles.
His muscles.
His tight jeans.
His moods.
His glares.
But I\'ve got a PR job to do for his family\'s farm, so he\'s stuck with me and I\'m stuck with him.
He wants nothing to do with a "rich city girl" like me, and he isn\'t afraid to say so.
Jack might be gorgeous, but he\'s also scruffy, rugged, and rude.
A close shave.
Proper manners.
Sexy, brooding cowboys are fine in the movies, but in real life, I prefer a suit and tie.
Jack Valentini isn\'t my type
