Wrong Number, Right Grumpy Silver Fox (Wrong Number, Right Grump #10)

When my grandmother’s ring slips down the drain, I panic… and call a plumber.

What I get instead? A grumpy, silver fox who barely speaks—and looks way too good standing in my doorway.

He fixes the problem like it’s nothing. Then he sees my crumbling house… and decides to stay.

Now he’s my handyman. All muscles, scowls, and low, rough grunts that do things to me I don’t want to admit.

I don’t even know his real job. I just know I’m falling for him—hard and fast.

And something tells me this man isn’t who he says he is…