The first time I saw her, I knew she was trouble—the knock-you-on-your-ass kind of trouble you spend all night praying never ends and a decade trying to forget.

I told myself not to give in, but she’s a defiant little thing that needs to learn a lesson about teasing a man like me.

Those full hips wrapped in skintight denim taunted me as she rode that mechanical bull.

Her cherry red lips begging me to taste them.

She’s one of those girls—mysterious, driven, all kinds of sexy.

So tell me why, come Monday morning, she’s sitting across from me at our quarterly board meeting as the new director of social media for Slade Brewing, my family company.

Brooklyn Dyer isn’t just a transplant from Chicago looking for the next step in her career. She’s kind of, technically…my new boss.

I wish that was the worst of it, but next thing I know, she’s got me shirtless on a horse posing as the model for her national social media campaign and my heart wrapped around her finger.

Just about the time I think I can let my guard down and embrace these new feelings, life takes a turn when a pining ex shows up, there’s a baby on the way, and some seriously dangerous drama unfolds that could change our lives forever.

She’s one of those girls, alright.

The kind that makes you wish you hadn't walked away when you did.

The type that makes you feel sorry for her exes when you realize what they lost. 

The type that makes you want to finally stop fighting that feeling.