Every Last Call — Christa Wick

I didn't mean to bid on him.I'd attended my meddling Great Aunt Dotty's local bachelor auction with every intention of winning a date with the handsome doctor in town I've had my eye on for a few years now. And even if that hadn't been the case, believe you me, Sheriff Gamble is the absolute last man that should've been on my radar when the bidding began. It's tough enough being a female deputy in a small town and a big family with way more overprotective males than any single girl should have. Last thing I need is gossip flying about me and my admittedly hot, mysteriously brooding boss.Still. Something happened when that auction got under way. Things got heated, and somehow I ended up outbidding every damn woman in the place.Now, I've officially won buff, gruff Jude Gamble for eight hours next week.And I don't have a clue in hell what to do with him...