Fighting With The Cowboy

“I needed a change of pace and different scenery,” I told him, trying my best to keep my eyes on his face and not his chest.

“So, you threw some cities in a hat, had your kid draw a location, and off you went?”

“Sounds about right,” I answered.

“Well, is the scenery to your liking?”

Holy crap was it!

The last thing I wanted as a thirty-four-year-old divorcee with a daughter who was thirteen going on twenty was to be in a position where I could see my ex-husband flaunt his younger mistress. So, I had Tiffany, my daughter look at a map, pick ten random locations to move to, and randomly pick one out of a hat.

That’s how we ended up in Rosewood County, Texas.

And thanks to the small towns, I need something for Tiffany to do.

That’s how I met Zeb, who was beyond good looking with the cutest of baby boys, but with an icy attitude towards me, one that I couldn’t explain.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t tie me up in knots and left me guessing what was going on with him. Or even what I wanted to do with him.