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He leads us about twenty feet out into the field before bringing Maisy to a halt and then hopping off. He pulls something from his saddle which just looks like a large stick and stakes it into the ground, wrapping Maisy\u2019s reins around it before striding over to me. \u201cHands on my shoulders,\u201d he instructs, reaching for my waist to steady me. As soon as his fingers brush against the exposed skin between the top of my jeans and the hem of my t-shirt, butterflies soar through my belly.<\/p>\n

I make a small noise of protest, suddenly worried about falling. Tate looks up at me, his grip on my waist tightening ever so slightly. \u201cI\u2019ve got you,\u201d he says, his voice low, maybe even a little strained. I nod, slowly swinging my leg over and then bracing myself on Tate\u2019s shoulders as I jump down. I end up pressed against him, his hands in my waist, mine on his shoulders, our faces as close as they were last night.<\/p>\n

My chest rises and falls like I\u2019ve just run a marathon. Tate clears his throat, taking a small step back. Then he reaches for Andy\u2019s reins, leading him over to Maisy and tying him beside her. I glance around, unable to get used to the view.<\/p>\n

I\u2019d thought the Pacific Northwest was beautiful, but Montana? This is \u2026 otherworldly. I hear rustling and turn to see Tate pulling a large bag off the side of the saddle that I just now realize was there. He walks about ten feet away and pulls a blanket from the bag, settling it down on the grass and shooting me a smile.<\/p>\n

I follow him, delighted, only just now remembering that he\u2019d promised a lunch date. Not that I\u2019ll be able to chase these butterflies away long enough to eat much. \u201cA picnic?\u201d I squeal as he begins pulling food out of the bag. He grins up at me, patting the seat on the blanket beside him. I take a seat and watch as he pulls out a bottle of white wine and some small glasses.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow did you manage to fit all that in there?\u201d I ask with a giggle. He shrugs. \u201cOh, I\u2019ve carried much more for much farther distances.\u201d He pours me a glass of wine and hands it over. I swirl it a few times before taking a tentative sip. Chardonnay. It\u2019s good. \u201cI\u2019ll bet it was perfect growing up here,\u201d I say wistfully, gazing out at the open field, at the mountains in the distance. Tate finishes setting up the picnic, each of us with a plate that includes a sandwich and some potato salad.<\/p>\n

He grins, following my gaze to the mountain. \u201cIt was, in a lot of ways.\u201d I wonder in what ways it wasn\u2019t, but I suppose nobody\u2019s life is perfect.<\/p>\n

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Lucy: I was running from love, not looking for it. But the cowboy single dad I nanny for just might be the hottest man I\u2019ve ever seen in my life. And after quickly falling in love with his daughter, I might find myself falling for him as well \u2026 Tate: With a little girl to raise and a billion-dollar ranch to run, I\u2019ve long put love on the backburner. But when Lucy comes into my life, I can\u2019t help but notice her sweet demeanor and the kindness in which she cares for my daughter.<\/p>\n

Not to mention the looks that have me daydreaming of the wicked, filthy things I could do to her. Tate Thatcher doesn\u2019t have time for love. Between running his family\u2019s billion-dollar ranch in Montana and raising his sweet but rambunctious three-year-old daughter, he barely has time for a beer at the end of the day.<\/p>\n

After all, he hired a live-in nanny to help take the load off, not add even more problems \u2026 Lucy Adler came to Montana for one reason only: to get away from her past and start a new life. The job at Thatcher Ranch as a live-in nanny for three- year-old Fern is perfect.<\/p>\n

It pays well, she doesn\u2019t have to worry about rent, and Fern is absolutely adorable. What she didn\u2019t expect was for Fern\u2019s father to be the grumpiest, hottest, and most alluring man she\u2019s ever met. The connection between them too strong to deny, Tate and Lucy soon tumble down a rabbit hole too deep to escape. But Tate is a meticulous man, and he never planned for a love this spontaneous; and Lucy\u2019s past isn\u2019t as distant as it seems.<\/p>\n

Is Thatcher Ranch the perfect new home for Lucy, or will her and Tate\u2019s skeletons refuse to let them love? A sizzling high-heat romance, and the second in the Cedar Ridge Billionaires series, this book is as hot as they come. Tropes: billionaire, small town, cowboy, grumpy single dad, nanny, forced proximity Trigger Warning: Mention of domestic violence. OceanofPDF.com This story is a work of fiction. Any references to real events, people, or places are used fictitiously. Other names, events, characters, or places are a product of the author\u2019s imagination and any resemblance to actual names, events, people, or places is completely coincidental.<\/p>\n

Copyright 2025 by Penelope Ryan OceanofPDF.com Chapter 1 Lucy My hands are shaking as I toss my duffel bag into the passenger seat of my beat-up Dodge Nitro and clamber into the driver\u2019s seat. I fumble with the keys as I start the engine and tear out of the apartment parking lot.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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