Cheyenne Working as the evening activity director for the Wild Vista Ranch is my first real job out of college, and I want to make a good impression.
Everyone from the guests to the owners to my coworkers love me—except Wes Garrett, the Ranch Foreman.
Wes has barely spoken a handful of words to me since I started working on the ranch three months ago—most of them coming in the form of a grunt.
And not the good kind of a grunt—his are more like those of a man who doesn’t have the time or the patience to spare on people who don’t matter to him.
If I didn’t know any better, I would think I was one of those people. But the way he looks at me when he thinks I’m not watching tells me otherwise. He just needs a little push in the right direction.
Wes I don’t date. Period. End of story. But when the sassy, curly-haired beauty showed up at the ranch three months ago, my mind was changed in an instant.
Her soft smile and lush curves are something a man wouldn’t mind waking up to every morning.
As a thirty-eight-year-old bachelor, I don’t have the first idea how to win a woman’s heart—which is probably for the best since I’m too old for Cheyenne anyway.
It’s best if we stay coworkers and nothing more.
