The Last Hollow Creek Ranch. The Hollow Creek Series, #1

Claire Bennett is thirty-six, divorced, raising a daughter alone and three years from the partnership track at a Denver corporate law firm. She drove six hours up from Denver with the wrong boots on, an eleven-year-old in the back seat and a developer's four-point-two-million-dollar offer on her phone. She came to sell the great-aunt's ranch she never wanted. She had forty-three days. The cowboy at the gate is forty-one.
Ranch-born. The kind of quiet that costs a man. He has been running the south pasture since the morning his brother died on it. He has not let a woman past the porch in fourteen years. He has been waiting for Claire Bennett for eleven of them. He just did not know her name. He waited at the gate without dismounting. He counted from the moment her boots hit gravel. He took her to a line shack after a storm and told her, with his forehead on her forehead, that he was not going to kiss her in a room she could not say no in. He told her to take the time.
She took the time. By the sixth week she had filed a conservation easement on the south draw spring, said no to her ex-husband at the cattle guard with a dog at her heel and stood on a granite slab in November while a forty-one-year-old man went down on a bad right knee and asked her four questions that were all the same question. Stay. She stayed anyway.