The contract binding Bridget Lawson to four cowboys requires that her wedding night be witnessed by the circuit judge, the only way to secure the ranch she has fought to keep.

Quincy Ellsworth runs the hayloft like it is his own ground. The steadiness in his low voice unpicks the fear Bridget will not name. He knows the birthmark at her collarbone before any of the others do. He lets her find the scar under his shirt in return. Four men hold the contract, and he is the one she cannot look away from.

The hunger between them could turn a required surrender into a belonging she has never dared to claim. And the circuit judge will be watching every hour of it.