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Title: WHITE COLLAR RANCHER

Author: Marie Johnston

Genre: Contemporary Romance

About White Collar Rancher:

Justin used to rule the boardroom. Now he rules his own little plot of land, or he could if he weren’t a clueless single dad with a newborn. Desperate for help, he calls out an SOS to an old friend—the doctor who delivered his son. But the longer she’s around, the harder it is to ignore that a stunning intellect isn’t her only appeal. It was supposed to be just two friends getting through a baby’s colic together.

Only Priya has harbored way more than friendly feelings for Justin for years, and she’s struggling to keep her thoughts platonic around the scruffy, rugged rancher. It doesn’t hurt that he’s the only friendly port in a frigid small town that was supposed to welcome her back with open arms. Justin’s sworn off women and refuses to change for anyone.

Priya’s fighting to save her job and has no time to soothe male egos. So a friends-with-benefits arrangement seems like the perfect solution…except no one warned them one of the “benefits” could be a broken heart.

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Next, he sought out Priya. Her midnight-black hair hung over one shoulder and her head rested on her curled fist. She had her legs stretched out on the footrest and was fast asleep.

She never went to the neighboring room to stretch out on the bed, instead curling up in the rocking chair like she’d rather be close if Isaiah needed anything. And it usually meant more sleep for him. He didn’t understand it. She had a challenging job, a demanding one. But she was here in the middle of the night, looking out for him.

He hated to wake her up but the last few mornings she’d almost slept in and missed work. Her alarm was set too low to wake her up after being busy half the night with a colicky baby.

Justin took one more second to look her over. She was dressed like she could open her eyes and go right to work. She was never anything less than put together and professional. Of course the night Isaiah was born, at the hospital, she’d been in scrubs, but he hadn’t noticed much more than the expression on her face. In the clinic, she wore business clothing under her lab coat. And it was business formal clothing, not business casual. She’d even been like that while they were in school.

He used to be, too, once. A span of his life he didn’t remember fondly. It was almost laughable to think that his coworkers in Denver would never recognize him if they passed them on the street now. Thanks to Gabrielle, his transition had started in college, and thanks to Gabrielle, his regression had started as soon as he’d moved home. And he didn’t miss it one bit.

He tiptoed over to Priya and crouched down. His gaze caught on the changing table. The diapers were piled in a neat stack. He bet if he opened the dresser drawer, he’d find yesterday’s laundry refolded and organized.

A smile ghosted over his lips and he looked back at Priya. The urge to steal a peaceful minute to watch her sleep was strong, but also…wrong. His mind flashed to the night in the hospital and the dark circles under her eyes, the weight of his world on her shoulders while she stood strong and performed her job, despite her own hurting.

No, he shouldn’t be looking at her like this.

Her eyes fluttered open, and he missed their brilliant brown in the dim room. She had amazing eyes, like those polished tiger-eye stones he used to see in souvenir shops as a kid.

They stared at each other for a heartbeat before he spoke. “The roads might be crap. I don’t want you to have to rush.”

Her forehead furrowed as she tried to wake up. “Work. Right.” Her voice was sleep-roughened, husky. He shouldn’t have noticed, shouldn’t be hoping she’d keep talking, but he hadn’t been with a woman since Maisy had gotten pregnant.

Did bachelors celebrate one-year abstinence anniversaries?

Ones who had been so epically screwed by women did.

He rose and kept his voice low. “I know you have a full day of patients.”

Her expression flickered so fast he couldn’t read it. Then she tipped her head toward the crib. “I fed him at three. He seems to be ready to sleep the day away.”

She’d been doing that, covering his feedings after the witching hours passed. Her generosity granted him an extra few hours of uninterrupted, deep sleep. With her efforts, he could make it through the day without feeling like he was losing his mind. He even tossed a load of clothes in the wash or did dishes instead of collapsing in a chair with a baby on his chest.

She got up and stretched.

Don’t look. Don’t look. He couldn’t watch those curvy legs of hers go taut. And the way she gripped her sleeves in her palms as she reached her arms above her head was too fucking adorable.

This was Priya. He didn’t get lewd thoughts about her. She’d been his girlfriend’s friend; now she was his. It hadn’t been allowed even before he’d cut himself off from dating.

About Marie Johnston:

Marie Johnston writes award-winning paranormal and contemporary romance and is a RITA® Finalist. Before she was a writer, she was a microbiologist. Depending on the situation, she can be oddly unconcerned about germs or weirdly phobic.

She’s also a licensed medical technician and has worked as a public health microbiologist and as a lab tech in hospital and clinic labs. Marie’s been a volunteer EMT, a college instructor, a security guard, a phlebotomist, a hotel clerk, and a coffee pourer in a bingo hall. All fodder for a writer! She has four kids and just as many cats.