Look, I never claimed to be smart when it comes to men.

Case in point: Will Holloway.

Six-foot-something of pure temptation, with golden hair that catches the dusty sunlight and blue eyes that strip me bare every time he looks my way. The man fills out a button-down like it's his personal mission to destroy my concentration.

He's here to gut my mother's beloved library. I should despise him. I tried to despise him.

But then he rolls up his sleeves, and I'm staring at forearms that could bench press a bookshelf. When he argues with me, leaning against the circulation desk like he owns the place, that gravelly voice turns my name into something filthy.

The worst part? There's something darker lurking behind those devastating good looks. Secrets that make his jaw clench when he thinks I'm not watching.

So here I am, caught between saving the one place that holds my heart and wanting to climb the man who's about to destroy it like a very tall, very tempting tree.

Spoiler alert: I'm about to make the worst decision of my life.