Chapter Six

Gretchen’s heart nearly stopped when the stranger, a big, sexy, hunk of man if she’d ever seen one, walked into her storeroom closet and startled her into falling off the ladder she’d been using to reach a box of hair products.

Someone had put the dang thing on the highest shelf, which for her, was impossible to get to without a ladder, and even then, it proved difficult.

Of course, Mr. Tall Dark and Scruffy As Fuck made up for it by catching her, fluffy ass and all, and with one hand no less!

Holy cow, she thought as she gave him the once over.

Despite his unruly locks and patchy beard- was that a burn? The stranger was drop-dead gorgeous. Like most of the men in this town seemed to be for some reason.

Must be the water, she thought. Even the women of Maverick Point, which sat at the base of a mountain of the same name, seemed to be ridiculously good looking. Like way better than average.