There are certain words that have always described Cam Brantley: Town bad boy. Soldier. Protector. But never, ever dad. Until he returns home from his latest military tour to discover the girl he had one smoking-hot night with is now mom to the adorable two-year-old Zoey. Who has his eyes.
Plenty of words could describe Emma Walker these days. Mom, dutiful granddaughter, budding designer, the town’s golden child. But when her longtime crush Cam Brantley comes back to town, she knows the perfect word to describe herself: screwed.
Cam and Emma are both shocked to discover he truly wants Zoey in his life. But Cam’s not sure he’s ready to be a dad, and Emma can’t gamble her daughter on maybes. As the long-simmering heat between Cam and Emma reaches a boiling point, he’ll have to work past his demons in order to be the man both girls need.
Cam rounded a huge sagebrush, and calm and collected flew right out the window as she took him in. There was something about the mountain background that brought out his rugged features even more, from the strong square jaw to the scruff covering it to just…him. She’d never thought she’d be so turned on by muddy pant legs and a baseball cap that looked like it’d been to hell and back. And before their bet got pulled into it and things became more awesome or super awkward, she decided to at least complete a semi bold move. She took a large step forward, ran her palm down the side of his face, and planted a kiss on his lips. A grin spread across the rugged features she’d been admiring, and he wrapped one arm around her waist. “Just so you know, you touch the beard, I touch your butt.” Flashing him a saucy smile, she reached up and ran her hand down it again, dragging out the gesture before brushing her fingertips across his jaw. He kept his promise, one hand lowering to the curve of her butt. Using the solid grip, he hauled her against him and kissed her again. Then he whispered, “If this is your attempt at getting out of stripping for me, it’s a good try and all, but a bet’s a bet.”