She inherited a farm full of misfit animals. He’s the only vet in town. Neither of them planned on falling in love. Ever.
She’s a fish-out-of-water East Coast heiress marooned in Montana. He’s a grumpy veterinarian who becomes a girl-dad. They’re brought together by a barnyard full of quirky rescue animals, the cleverest matchmaker in the cemetery, and a small town that proves home isn’t where you came from — it’s where you choose to stay.
Tessa Lawrence performs the role of small-town widow with the same polish she once brought to Manhattan dinner parties. Then her eccentric ex-mother-in-law dies and drops a farm — and a motley assortment of rescue animals — squarely in the path of her stilettos.
The will is airtight. Live on the farm for one full year, keep every animal healthy and happy, or her daughter loses a multi-million-dollar inheritance. Tessa has seventy-two hours to move in. She’s never owned a pair of jeans, let alone cowboy boots.
Dillon Steele is the only veterinarian in town and the last person on earth Tessa wants to ask for help. He’s blunt, devastatingly handsome, and convinced she’ll quit the farm in a week. His ex-wife taught him everything he needs to know about polished women in pearls — and what they think of cowboys who go out at three a.m. for a calving cow.
But the lovely widow he keeps mistaking for his ex isn’t quitting. She swallows her pride and learns how to muck a stall. And her violin-prodigy daughter is knocking down the walls around Dillon’s heart faster than he can patch them. But no matter how much he wants them both, he’s not cut out to be a family man . . . or is he?
Then a powerful oil company produces a forged letter and tries to steal the farm, and Tessa’s mother dangles an elite music academy for Tessa’s daughter and giant trust funds for both of them if she’ll just come home. For the first time in her life, she must decide who she really is and where she truly belongs.
