Elise Ward is hired to make Maple Hollow's harvest festival look like it belongs on a barn wall. The shot she needs lives in Brennan's press room: iron, steam, and a mill that does not pose.Miles Brennan wants her out of his crush. The plates are live. The slats are wet. He gives her ten minutes and a warning.After hours, the side latch sticks. The loading bay is a wall of barrels. The room is warm cider, ticking vats, and one man who knows exactly how a body fits a rail.She can ask for the hinge. She can walk when the steam drops. She can also earn the hour the way he names it.What does a city planner keep when the clipboard is across the room and the press is still humming?

A standalone explicit romance.