he Ash Brothersโthey know how to handle their wood. Hard Wood Iโm a hard man. A loner. Or so town gossip says. After having my heart sent through the chipper, Iโve kept to myself. I prefer the quiet of the woods to the ramblings of clingy women who think they can tame a wild mountain man. Until Mia. Now sheโs all I think about. Mia knows just what kind of wood Iโm working with. Sheโs the soft to my hard, the sugar to my bitter bark. And I love seeing her walk on the wild side. Knock on Wood They call me Big Johnny, and theyโre not wrong. Iโm big all over, and burly, too. But when it comes to Flora, Iโm a freaking pussycat. Thereโs never been a time when she wasnโt on my mind, not even when she left Rockbridge for college. Those four years were the hardest of my life. Literally. Sheโs back now and itโs painfully obvious to even a lumberjack like me: Floraโs not a teenager anymore. Sheโs a woman who knows what she wants: Me. And the wood Iโm packing. Touch Wood Iโve been celibate for years, by choice. No woman has held my interest long enough to be worth sacrificing time spent at Ash Lumber, energy spent building the family business. All that changed when Andra walked into our job-site trailer. Her flushed cheeks when we flirt are enough to send me to bed for a week. Andra might be supervising this development deal, but thereโs no way weโre going to be able to keep things professional around here. My celibate streak is over, and I owe it all to her.