My first job as a qualified vet assistant takes me to the Bavarian Alps. Working with Dr. Alex Hoffmann should be the opportunity of a lifetime. He's respected throughout the region, brilliant in his field, and I've read every paper he's published. There's just one problem: I can't stop dropping things when he's watching. Alex is exacting. Methodical. Every correction involves his hands adjusting my position, his voice guiding me through procedures. Three months of working side by side in his mobile clinic, visiting remote mountain farms. Three months of tension I don't know how to name. Until he takes me to a secluded meadow after a long day's work, and everything changes. "You have good instincts, Jamie. Let me show you how to trust them." His cool hands. The exposure of open sky. The risk of being seen. The way he makes me feel simultaneously vulnerable and powerful. I'm supposed to return to Munich when my temporary posting ends. But Alex is teaching me that sometimes the cure for what's missing in your life isn't what you expected.