The Embers We Hold by Nicola Hayes

I had a one-night stand with a stranger. Now he works for my father — and I can’t stop letting him into my bed.

Jack is calm, criminally gorgeous, and puts his hands on me like he’s got all night to prove it.
The night I met him, I was one whiskey deep in a bar where no one knew my name. He didn’t try to impress me. He just looked at me like I was the only person in the room — and for the first time in months, someone actually saw me.

I took him back to my motel. I left before dawn — thoroughly wrecked, grinning like an idiot, and feeling more alive than I had in months.

Then he showed up on my family’s ranch — same steady calm, same slow hands, same way of watching me that made my skin burn in broad daylight. And now he works for my father. Which makes everything between us downright reckless.
I set rules. He followed every one — then took his time unraveling me behind closed doors like patience was foreplay.
Every night he shows up at my door. Every morning he leaves before dawn. I feel his eyes on me across the barn and my whole body remembers things it has no business remembering in public.

He wants more — daylight, dinner tables, my hand where people can see it.
I’m falling for him. Secretly. Recklessly. Completely.
But Jack doesn’t want to be my secret. And the girl who fixes everything for everyone is about to wreck the only thing that was ever just hers.

Standalone contemporary western romance. Happily ever after. No cheating. No cliffhanger.