Wes Dawson Most kids have summer camp. I had Cottonwood Creek–helping Pops on the ranch, roping at the county fair, and raising hell with my best friend.
It’s been over a decade since I set foot on Dawson Ranch, but when Pops suffers a heart attack, I reluctantly head back to convince him it’s time to sell.
I don’t expect to get swept back into the ranch life again, but the fresh air, long horseback rides through the fields, and a fiery redhead down the road have me questioning if the life I built in the city is worth holding on to.
Sawyer Addams Horses don’t judge, and they don’t disappoint, which is why I prefer to spend my days training them and lending my neighbor, Pops, a hand around his ranch.
When Wes Dawson rolls up to my place with a flat tire and a bad attitude, his condescending sneer is impossible to ignore, no matter how hard I try.
As much as I’d love to send this city boy packing, Pops made him a deal, and now I’m stuck working with him.
But the more time I spend with Wes, the easier it is to see through the hardened city veneer to the country boy he used to be, and resisting him in those Levi’s and that Stetson becomes a lot harder
