En cours de chargement...
Leaving his last foster home, Tyson Ellison signed his name on the dotted line and checked out entirely, looking for something he felt missing. Four tours of service over-seas, too much death, too much violence, brought him back stateside. He was tired, drained, and still empty with nothing left to give. He hopped on his Ducati and headed northwest from his base in Georgia, the only place he'd ever called home.
Fate ran him out of gas in the tiny town of Renlend, Kansas with nothing but his Army-issued duffle holding a few meager belongings. For two years Dianna's father has made sure something around their family-owned Bed and Breakfast needed attention. Tyson's attention. His handy-man skills put them in each other's space on a regular basis, her dad pointing out the vet's attributes regularly. She isn't oblivious, she'd memorized each one.
Tyson's body was made for the movies, and so he kind of flirted with and smiled at her. Always managed to speak to her when he is there working. But in what lifetime would a ripped, tanned, tattooed Army veteran want with the shyest girl in town? Especially someone as plain Jane as her.