Lawson Rawlins was supposed to be the good guy.
The golden boy who always did the right thing. He walked away from the Montana ranch he loved-and the closeknit family who raised him-for a corporate career in HR. Because fighting for the underdog felt like purpose. Until a shiny new job at a high-profile New York firm makes him question everything... including who he's really fighting for.
Carlie Lamont is in crisis mode.
Her million-dollar client-an overgrown man-child with no self-control-just faceplanted his reputation in front of half the city. It's a PR disaster, and her career might not survive the fallout. Worse? If she goes down, so does the nice life she's built for her adopt-a-grandma, Millie.
The last thing she needs is some smug HR guy telling her how to do her job.
Especially not that HR guy.
Now they both find themselves in new territory- a women's shelter HQ-sharing an office and far too much animosity. She blames him for her professional crash-and-burn. He seems annoyingly unbothered. And worse? He's infuriatingly charming.
They trade barbs like weapons.
She pushes. He pushes back.
Until she crosses a line-and suddenly, it's full-on war.
But in a battlefield this close, sparks don't just fly... they ignite.