She has an end date. I’m already thinking past it.
I’m a quiet Montana cowboy with a ranch, a team of Clydesdales, and no interest in becoming Mustang Mountain’s newest attraction.
The new coordinator of the fall festival is determined to change that. Somehow my draft horses—and me—end up at the center of her plans.
I’d rather be in the barn or behind a set of reins. She’d rather have every detail planned down to the minute.
The two of us shouldn’t fit.
But long days at the rodeo grounds turn into late-night wagon rides, heated kisses, and chemistry that makes keeping my hands to myself impossible.
I fall first.
Hard.
And once she starts looking at me like a man she wants in her bed instead of another item on her schedule, all my careful restraint disappears.
The problem is she’s only in Mustang Mountain for the season. Her career is waiting somewhere beyond the ranch roads and mountain passes I’ve called home my whole life.
The festival ends Sunday.
I want Monday.