She’s mine to claim. Mine to protect. Mine to care for.
I swore I’d never go back to that mountain, not after my childhood friend and I fell out. So imagine my shock when I discover he’s died and left me his hunting cabin.
On the way up, I find myself staring down the barrel of a pistol without a safety, in the form of smooth thighs, arresting green eyes, and curves that could charm a sapling into a mighty oak.
But it turns out my old buddy’s gone and thrown me another curveball: the nymph with the ass that won’t quit? That’s his eighteen-year-old little girl. She’s running from something, but I’m not about to let anyone lay a finger on this green-eyed angel.
I’ll put my life on the line to keep her safe, because that’s what Daddies do.