Whiskey Bargain

<p><strong style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Planning my ex's wedding will drive me crazy unless a rugged cowboy turned distiller drives me wild first. </strong></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Coming home to Huckleberry Springs Montana is hard enough. Begging my family for a job because I'm blacklisted up and down the West Coast? That's tough. Patching up a broken heart after my cheating ex made me a spectacle? Stinks so bad. Drunkenly puking on Durban Hennessy the hottest cowboy to ever work my daddy's ranch? That's just classic Campbell Hawthorne. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>But even Durban doesn't blame me much for that last one because my first job as Daddy's event coordinator? Planning my cousin's wedding to my cheating ex at the family guest ranch. Because if I don't my uncle won't sign over his share of the business and we'll be stuck with that blowhard's meddling forever. </span></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>The only bright spot? Durban is now part owner in the local distillery and while he doesn't do drama distractions or hot messes that just threw up on his boots he's not averse to saving damsels in distress. Once a ranch hand and now a distiller with a superiority complex he'll provide wet bar service throughout the wedding festivities-and some steamy no-strings stress relief between events. </span></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>In return I'll help him patch up his own ego after getting dumped by his long-distance girlfriend. But when impromptu hookups turn into sleepovers that include intimate pillow talk I know I'm in trouble. Because our whiskey-soaked bargain is set to end when the bride says </span><em style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>I do</em><span style=color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>.</span></p>