Stray

<p><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)><u>She's a firestorm in scrubs and I'm about to get burned.</u></em></p><p></p><p><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)><u>Ozzy </u></em></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Taking a job as a private nurse on a family ranch in Virginia was supposed to be a temporary fix-a way to disappear lay low and keep my past where it belongs. My patient? A grumpy old man with one foot in the grave and a foul mouth to match my own. Easy enough. His family? A whole different story. Jackson Rowe is a problem I don't need. A rugged cowboy with a sharp stare a sharper tongue and a body carved by hard work and bad decisions. He's watching me too closely peeling back my layers with nothing but silence and those storm-cloud eyes. He wants to know my secrets. But trust isn't something I give and getting close to me comes with consequences.</span></p><p></p><p><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)><u>Jackson </u></em></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>My father is dying and my family is barely holding it together. The last thing we need is a sarcastic guarded-as-hell nurse stirring up trouble. But Ozzy Davenport isn't just trouble-she's a goddamn hurricane in eight inch heels. She pushes I push back and somehow that friction turns into something neither of us saw coming. She acts like she's untouchable like she's already halfway out the door. But I see her. I see the fight in her the fire. And I know one thing for sure-whatever she's running from is catching up. And this time I won't let her run alone.</span></p>