I thought I’d be miserable planning my ex’s wedding, but a rugged cowboy turned distiller knows just how to relieve the pressure. Coming home to Huckleberry Springs, Montana, is hard enough. Begging my family for a job because I’m blacklisted up and down the West Coast? That’s tough. Patching up a broken heart after my cheating ex made me a spectacle? Stinks so bad. Drunkenly puking on Durban Hennessy, the hottest cowboy to ever work my daddy’s ranch? That’s just classic Campbell Hawthorne... moreI thought I’d be miserable planning my ex’s wedding, but a rugged cowboy turned distiller knows just how to relieve the pressure. Coming home to Huckleberry Springs, Montana, is hard enough. Begging my family for a job because I’m blacklisted up and down the West Coast? That’s tough. Patching up a broken heart after my cheating ex made me a spectacle? Stinks so bad. Drunkenly puking on Durban Hennessy, the hottest cowboy to ever work my daddy’s ranch? That’s just classic Campbell Hawthorne. But even Durban doesn’t blame me much for that last one, because my first job as Daddy’s event coordinator? Planning my cousin’s wedding to my cheating ex at the family guest ranch. Because if I don’t, my uncle won’t sign over his share of the business. The only bright spot? Durban is now part owner in the local distillery, and while he doesn’t do drama, distractions, or hot messes that just threw up on his boots, he’s not averse to saving damsels in distress. Once a ranch hand and now a distiller with a superiority complex, he’ll provide wet bar service throughout the wedding festivities—and some steamy, no-strings stress relief between events. In return, I’ll help him patch up his own ego after getting dumped by his long-distance girlfriend. But when impromptu hookups turn into sleepovers that include intimate pillow talk, I know I’m in trouble. Because our whiskey bargain is set to end when the bride says I do. less
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