We struck a deal. All business. Now he's changing the rules.Five years ago, I married a charming Kiwi rugby coach so he could stay in the country. He got a path to citizenship. I got the money to open my bar and take care of my sisters.Then he left. And honestly? That was the plan.I don't do need. I've been the one everyone leans on since I was 15 years old, spreading peanut butter on bread butts to make sure four little girls had dinner. I built my life brick by brick so I'd never depend on anyone again.So when Koa rolls back into Pittsburgh... all six-foot-something of muscle, too many dimples, and zero respect for my boundaries? I should be furious.Instead, I'm watching him teach my sister to cook eggs. Listening to him hum while he cleans my kitchen. Catching him looking at me like I'm not just the responsible one... like I'm somebody's everything.We have two weeks to convince immigration our marriage is real.The problem is, somewhere between our road trip to Philly and a barefoot rugby match on the beach, I stopped pretending.I don't let people in. I can't afford to fall for a man who's never stayed anywhere longer than a rugby season. But Koa doesn't just see through my walls...He makes me want to tear them down myself.Last Call is a steamy marriage of convenience romance and the fourth standalone in the Bridges and Bitters series. If you love a curvy, fierce heroine who's never asked for help, a swoony rugby hero who won't stop showing up, found family, witty banter, and chemistry that'll curl your toes... this one's for you.
