Is Kyle willing to risk his heart to save the ranch he called home?
Kyle Steppen’s life has gone to hell. Betrayed by his employer, he’s left holding the emotional shards of his soul as well as the few remaining strings to a failing ranch that has been home for more than seven years and he’s running out of time to save it before the tax man comes for his due.
Expecting a woman on his doorstep to help unravel the financial quagmire, he’s completely cut off at the knees by Adrian Balderas, a brilliant financial mind and a rapier wit to go with it inside one of the most beautiful and delicious-looking men he’s ever set his eyes upon.
Kyle is broken and broke. He’s not putting his hopes into any one wish, not salvaging his home, and he can’t even think about his heart.
Or can he?
Someone was knocking on the front door.
Lurching from behind the desk, he stomped to the door and jerked it open. “What?”
The man standing there blinked and tilted his head, as though unsure of exactly what he was staring at. “Mr. Steppen?”
Kyle felt the same way. God, he was beautiful, and he hadn’t had that kind of a thought in too many years to count, but he couldn’t have denied he’d thought it for a million dollars. This guy was beautiful. Blond hair, lush green eyes, and skin as pure as sun-dried wheat on a summer day.
Then he took in his clean-cut clothes, sharp slacks, and pressed shirt and knew he was in trouble. “If you’re here to claim it for taxes, I’m—”
“Mr. Steppen?” he tried again, firmer, interrupting him.
Kyle sighed and sagged against the door in his grip. “Are you here to kick me out?”
Green eyes shot wide. “No!” He cleared his throat and tried again. “Are you Kyle Steppen?”
Kyle ran a rough hand down his features. “Yes. Why?”
“Mr. Steppen, I’m Adrian Balderas, from Access Accounting. You requested services from our office.”
Kyle immediately realized his mistake, jerking to stand straight. “Shit! Shit. I mean, yes, I did.” He stepped out of the way, groaning. Fuck and damnation. “I’m sorry. Come on in.”
Adrian stepped inside and waited. “Thank you, sir.”
He shut the door. “Oh, drop that shit,” he muttered. “You can call me Kyle.”
“I appreciate the offer, but it wouldn’t be professional of me to do so.”
Great. Kyle let it go. He had bigger issues than inane platitudes of courteousness. “Fine. Let me show you the office, and I’ll answer your questions.”
Adrian trailed him, skipping to a stop when he entered the office. “Did something happen?” He frowned, taking in the small disaster.
“Yeah, I fired the midnight elves. They were two-timing me with the shoemaker,” he grumbled.
Adrian gaped at him before regaining his composure. “I see.”
He stooped and started picking up the sheaf of papers he’d scattered. “You can sit there.” He pointed to one of the chairs in front of the desk.
He sat down stiffly, resting the briefcase Kyle hadn’t noticed earlier by his leg.
God, he talked pretty, walked pretty, and sat pretty. Kyle shook his head. He hoped the ranch didn’t eat him alive before
Kyle needed him replaced because he got himself chewed up and spit out. He didn’t have time to keep locating replacements.
Kyle dropped the loose pages onto the desk and faced the other man. “Did they tell you what I needed here?”
“I believe so.” He kept looking around the office. It seemed to Kyle like he was searching for an escape route. He finally gave Kyle his attention. “Would you mind telling me?”