He bought a sideboard. He wasn’t ready for the lumberjack who came with it.

Mateo Ricci is a fiery Italian high school coach with a mouth that never stops, a best friend who won’t shut up, and a television still balanced on a cardboard box. When he finally decides to buy a piece of actual furniture like a functioning adult, he doesn’t expect the gruff, brooding carpenter who built it to short-circuit his brain.

Shane is better with wood than words. Hes quiet, rugged, and about as emotionally expressive as a bookshelf. He prefers sawdust and solitude over flirting and feelings. The...

He bought a sideboard. He wasn’t ready for the lumberjack who came with it.

Mateo Ricci is a fiery Italian high school coach with a mouth that never stops, a best friend who won’t shut up, and a television still balanced on a cardboard box. When he finally decides to buy a piece of actual furniture like a functioning adult, he doesn’t expect the gruff, brooding carpenter who built it to short-circuit his brain.

Shane is better with wood than words. Hes quiet, rugged, and about as emotionally expressive as a bookshelf. He prefers sawdust and solitude over flirting and feelings. The last thing he needs is a fast-talking coach with killer eyes and zero chill showing up in his workshop and looking way too good while doing it.

But its no big deal. Its just a delivery, right?

The problem? Neither of them can stop thinking about the other—and Mateo’s friends absolutely will not let it go.

What follows is a riotous slow-burn of awkward texts, chaotic brunches, inappropriate nicknames (Flannel Daddy, anyone?), and enough sexual tension to sand a hardwood floor.