Janine Scott

That ache in my heart? Nope, it never really healed…. High school sweethearts, remember? Here we are again, But I’m tangled up in family drama— My dad's fading health, my storied ranch. You, once a cocky cowboy, chasing rodeo glory— Now a hotshot firefighter, Return to our small town to fight an inferno, Rekindling that tiny ember burning inside me. But the years of "what-ifs" and grudges Are piled high like hay bales between us! A wildfire surrounds us—past wounds reemerge, But from the scars a fresh trust takes shape. Is it possible to let go of past resentments, Full of ...