Whiskey Flirt

My name may be front and center on my bakery, but my past is sealed up tighter than a mason jar. I returned to tiny Huckleberry Springs, Montana, to start over, keep my history to myself, and ignore handsome flirts like local distillery owner and rancher, Cruz Foster.

Cruz might make me forget how to frost a cookie, but I’ve been taken in by guys like him before. When he turns up the charm, I punch his efforts down like a first proof of my dinner rolls. 

He backs off but continues being sweet. My car dies, and he’s there. I need a ride, and he’s there. I tell him that I miss the whiskey flirt with the lopsided smile, and he’s there with a sizzling kiss. 

The real Cruz is even better than the one he shows everyone else. I can’t help but fall for the guy who loves his family, works hard, and leaves his troubled childhood far behind. With my past, is it any wonder a man who can fix himself is my weakness?

But secrets like mine don’t stay out of city limits. If I don’t want Cruz sinking to the bottom with me faster than blueberries in cake batter, I need to break my heart and go back to minding my own business—without him.