Ranch King’s Brat

She was never supposed to stay.

One month of her smart mouth and chaos in my office was all I agreed to.

Now I’m ready to chain her to my bed so she never leaves Blackwood Ranch again.

Mila crashed into my life like a goddamn storm — wild dark curls, freckles I want to taste, and a body that makes me forget every responsible bone in mine.

She reorganizes my spreadsheets by day and wears my flannel like she already owns me by night.

I tried to fight it.

Tried to be the steady ranch king who doesn’t lose control.

But every time she calls me out, every time she curls up in my chair like she belongs, I fall harder.

I swore that this was temporary. I swore I’d let her go.

Big dumb mistake.

Because this ranch king is done playing nice.

She’s my brat now. And I’m coming to claim what’s mine.

Even if I have to drag her back to my cabin and remind her exactly who she belongs to.