![]() Since we were kids, my three best friends-Cole Mitchell, Griffin Dempsey, and Enzo Moretti-and I had planned on burying a time capsule the summer after we graduated from high school. Griffin had brought it over, and I’d taken out all the trays so it could serve a different function. Like any cowboy, he’s good with a rope and knows exactly how to tie me up.Īll of us stared at the empty tackle box on my family’s kitchen table. Nothing has ever felt so right, but his past has taught him not to believe in happily ever after, and every perfect night I spend in his arms brings us closer to goodbye. And once we give into each other, we can’t stop. That’s not the only big thing he’s got-which I discover the night I finally sneak across the hall to his bedroom and shed my inhibitions right alongside my pajamas. I only returned to my hometown of Bellamy Creek to sell my late mother’s house, and he just invited me and my son to stay with him because he’s got a big heart. ![]() But I’m a single mom trying to move on with my life, and he’s running that ranch single-handedly while taking care of his elderly father. He makes a girl sweat just looking at him. And who wouldn’t appreciate those strong hands, that massive chest, and the way he fills out a pair of Levis? ![]() Yes, I’ve had a secret crush on him since we were seventeen. Sure, he’s a hot cowboy who left Wall Street behind to take over his family’s ranch. That’s all Beckett Weaver and I have ever been. ![]()
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