Under The Desert Sky — Mary Tate Engels

Lacy was drawn to Holt, from the first moment she met him. And hired him to fix up their town. She licked her lips where he'd kissed her. She could taste him, smell his masculinity, feel his strength next to her. And her senses cried out for more. He was a man with the personal strength and attributes that she admired, but not the kind of man she should fall in love with.
Lacy knew she had to fight this. Her sense of reason told her it was all wrong. But her heart wouldn't listen. Her heart responded as if Holt were exactly right, as if he were perfect for her, instead of the opposite.
She walked to the window and looked out over the struggling town. "Damn Holt, we are so different. You want to escape while I want to take on everything and fix it."
"You've got that right, Lacy." He walked to the door of her office. "You care about everything and take on the guilt or responsibility, even when it's not your fault or circle of influence. It's because you care, you're so damned passionate about everything, and I admire that. But you've got to learn to let go." He left before she had a chance to turn around.
But what about love? She wondered if they would ever reach that point. They had such a long way to go.