He was supposed to save my bed and breakfast from burning down. Instead…he then threw me over his shoulder and locked me in his truck. My only wish is to keep my bed and breakfast running. That was until this fire chief came along. Now my goal is to keep my distance from him. He could be working for the clan of wolf shifters that tried to kill me when I was born. Trusting him is out of the question, even though his touch sends shivers down my spine. But what do I do when he protects me, not once but twice?