On the Ranger by Raleigh Ruebins

Shane Aarons is going to ruin my national park.
…And he may also ruin me.
Micah: The best thing about being a park ranger is having the forest to myself. I love my job, but I want a promotion, badly, and the last thing I need is this new hire Shane getting in my way. He just isn’t cut out for ranger work. He’s thin. He’s clumsy. His head is in the clouds.
…And sometimes I want to touch him. So, so bad.
I’m not gay. At least… I didn’t think I was. But now my mind won’t shut up about Shane: his body, his laugh, his lips. When he hurts himself hauling a wood pile and I have to take care of him, I hardly know what to do. Because now he’s in my house–in my bed–letting slip that he wants me, too.
How could I say no to that?
Shane: Holy God, why are lumberjacks so stupidly hot?
I swear, I wasn’t trying to get a park ranger job just to drool over Micah the whole time. But that’s kind of how I’ve been spending all my time. I’m not a great park ranger–I’m a city boy who’s only good at ending up in other city boys’ beds. But I’m trying. And when Micah, dressed in flannel and big boots, bosses me around, I can’t help but fall for him.
But I never expected that one night, in the dark, he’d want to kiss me, too. And now that it’s happened, it’s getting harder and harder to control myself around him. Am I just falling for another straight guy who will leave me in the dust? Or could he be my ranger for real?