February's Cowboy Dawson

She’s sunshine and curves, and I’m the grump she’s about to push past my limits.

I don’t do distractions. I work, I train horses, and I keep my hands to myself.
Then Lilah Martinez shows up at my ranch.
She’s younger, confident, and all curves and sunshine where I’m grit and restraint. A trick rider fighting her way out of a bad contract, she needs temporary access to my horses. I say yes and tell myself it’s just business.
That’s a lie.
Lilah works hard, rides harder, and looks at me like she knows exactly what I’m trying not to do. The age gap alone should shut this down. Instead, it makes every glance sharper and every quiet moment more dangerous.

I’ve spent years staying in control. Now all I want is to pin her against my truck, drag my mouth over hers, and show her exactly how bad a grown man can be when he finally lets go.