That Fine Line

All I wanted was a quiet summer on my family's ranch in Idaho . . .

I didn't think that was too much to ask. With my fiancé in California, I was back home for three months to plan my wedding. I had colors to pick, cows to milk, and a wedding dress to squeeze into.

Which was why I didn't need anybody messing with me.

Especially not the guy who had dedicated his whole life to making mine a joke. The guy who filled my high school locker with frogs and my hot car with cans of tuna. I mean . . . I always got him back. But not this summer. Things were different now. I was engaged. I had grown up. I would not fall victim to Cade's pranks, teasing, or his manly charms.

If only my dad hadn't hired the moron to cowboy for him this summer.

Now my childhood enemy is living on our ranch and seems to think we have a score to settle.

And all bets are off.