What was I supposed to do? Trevor, my ex, had broken my heart. Again. You would have done the same.
Because Cole Mason was just standing there. The rancher from Texas who had me silently begging for him to call me ma’am. Beckoning me with those dark-brown eyes I caught staring at my tits and a body I wanted to climb like a tree.
I knew in time he’d either lasso my broken heart and fix it, or I’d pull a Trevor and break his. Looking back, I know for certain, I don’t regret a damn thing