An injured soldier returns home and finds a surprising connection with a woman from his past in this Animal Magnetism romance.   Special Ops soldier Griffin Reid doesn’t exactly have happy memories of growing up in Sunshine, Idaho. He’s only come back to recover from a war injury, and while he refuses to admit he’s in a weakened state, he finds comfort in the last person he’d expect.   Kate Evans teaches second grade science in Sunshine, the place she’s always called home. Dreaming of graduate school and a happily-ever-after, she’s desperate to break out of the monotony of Sunshine. Luckily, a certain sexy man has just come back into her life.   To Griffin, Kate as always been his little sister’s friend, but now he’s finding her to be so much more. As both attempt to forge their paths, they must decide if their passionate connection can turn into something lasting... Praise for Jill Shalvis "Jill Shalvis writes with humor, heart, and sizzling heat!”— New York Times bestselling author Carly Phillips “Clever, steamy and fun, Jill Shalvis will make you laugh and fall in love.”— New York Times bestselling author Rachel Gibson “A Jill Shalvis hero is the stuff naughty dreams are made of.”— New York Times bestselling author Vicki Lewis Thompson “Animals and hot heroes. How can you not love a romance like that?”— New York Times bestselling author Jaci Burton “Exactly what a romance story should be.”—Dear Author “Romance...you can lose yourself in.”— USA Today  Jill Shalvis  is the  New York Times  bestselling author of several popular series including the Heartbreaker Bay series, the Animal Magnetism series, the Lucky Harbor series, the Wilders series, and the Sky High series. Her baseball-themed romances include  Slow Heat  and  Double Play , and she also appears in anthologies such as  He’s The One . PRAISE FOR “THE EVER AWESOMELY, INCREDIBLY TALENTED JILL SHALVIS”* ANIMAL ATTRACTION ANIMAL MAGNETISM PRAISE FOR THE NOVELS OF JILL SHALVIS Berkley titles by Jill Shalvis One Kate Evans would’ve sold her soul for a stress-free morning, but either her soul wasn’t worth much or whoever was in charge of granting wishes was taking a nap. With her phone vibrating from incoming texts—which she was doing her best to ignore—she shoved her car into park and ran across the lot and into the convenience store. “Duct tape?” she called out to Meg, the clerk behind the counter. Meg had pink and purple tie-dyed hair, had enough piercings to ensure certain drowning if she ever went swimming, and was in the middle of a heated debate on the latest The Voice knock-out rounds with another customer. But she stabbed a finger in the direction of aisle three. Kate snatched a roll of duct tape, some twine, and then, because she was also weak, a rack of chocolate mini donuts for later. Halfway to the checkout, a bin of fruit tugged at her good sense so she grabbed an apple. Dumping everything on the counter, she fumbled through her pockets for cash. Meg rang her up and bagged her order. “You’re not going to murder someone, are you?” Kate choked out a laugh. “What?” “Well . . .” Meg took in Kate’s appearance. “Librarian outfit. Duct tape. Twine. I know you’re the math whiz around here, but it all adds up to a Criminal Minds episode to me.” Kate was wearing a cardigan, skirt, leggings, and—because she’d been in a hurry and they’d been by the front door—snow boots. She supposed with her glasses and hair piled up on her head she might resemble the second-grade teacher that she was, and okay, maybe the snow boots in May were a little suspect. “You watch too much TV,” Kate said. “It’s going to fry your brain.” “You know what fries your brain? Not enough sex.” Meg pointed to her phone. “Got that little tidbit right off the Internet on my last break.” “Well, then it must be true,” Kate said. Meg laughed. “That’s all I’m saying.” Kate laughed along with her, grabbed her change and her bag, and hurried to the door. She was late. As the grease that ran her family’s wheel, she needed to get to her dad’s house to help get her little brother, Tommy, ready for school and then to coax the Evil Teen into even going to school. The duct tape run wasn’t to facilitate that, or to kill anyone, but to make a camel, of all things, for an afterschool drama project Tommy had forgotten to mention was due today. Kate stepped outside and got slapped around by the wind. The month of May had burst onto the scene like a PMSing Mother Nature, leaving the beautiful, rugged Bitterroot Mountains, which loomied high overhead, dusted with last week’s surprise snow. Spring in Sunshine, Idaho, was MIA. Watching her step on the wet, slippery asphalt, she pulled out her once again vibrating phone just to make sure no one was dying. It was a text from her dad and read: Hurry, it’s awake. It being her sister. The other texts were from Ashley herself. She was upset because she couldn’t find her cheerleading top, and also, did Kate know that Tommy was talking to hi