A False Start (Gold Rush Ranch, #4)

by Elsie Silver

In exchange, I’ve lost my ability to talk. Wranglers. Sweat-slicked abs. Leather gloves. And that glorious, bearded face.

“I thought you looked like you needed to be handled by a real man. By me.”

Because the entire thing is full of wildflowers. A mosaic of bright spring colors. White. Pink. Red. Orange. Blue. Yellow. Every single kind of flower he sent me in his notes.