An Angel for the Cowboy (A Cowboy For Christmas #13)

I never signed up for a wife. But when Anita shows up on my ranch—curvy, hopeful, too damn beautiful for her own good—holding a contract with my signature on it, my whole world cracks open.

I should’ve sent her away. Should’ve protected myself, protected my daughter, protected the last pieces of my heart I haven’t already buried.

Instead, I watched her fall into our lives like she belonged here. Fixing what’s broken. Healing what hurts. Lighting up rooms I’ve kept dark for twelve long years. I’m a fool to want her.

A bigger fool to touch her. Because men like me don’t get soft Christmas miracles. And angels like her don’t stay.