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Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)

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She was never supposed to stay.

Confident. Curvy. A city girl who belonged to a world I could never touch.

But I married her anyway thinking I could keep her at arm’s length and still call her mine.
I never let her all the way in. Never let her see how deep she got under my skin.
And now she’s done pretending that’s enough.

When she hands me divorce papers, I expect her to run back to her perfect, polished life.
But she doesn’t.

She gets a job slinging coffee in town like she’s not tearing my whole damn world apart.

So I give her an ultimatum—thirty days in my bed, living like we used to.
After that, I’ll sign.

Only I won’t.
Because the truth is, I never stopped wanting her. I never stopped needing her.
And if I can't tear down these walls I built to keep her out, I’m going to lose the only woman I’ve ever loved.
For good

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CHAPTER 1

DUSTIN

“Dustin Clay just laid down that steer in a smokin’ fast three point seven seconds. Y’all, give it up for tonight’s bulldoggin’ champion!”

The crowd goes wild, and I take my hat off and wave it around like I’m expected to do. I should be happy. This is what I wanted, and if it was this time last week, it would feel different. But now I just feel empty.

I’m handed a trophy, and there are flashes from every direction as people take pictures. I’m in a daze as I look around me. People are smiling and clapping. I’ve won plenty of events before this one, and I wait for that feeling, the one that makes you tremble with excitement. I wait for my chest to tighten, that feeling of pride, awe, and the sense of accomplishment. But it never comes. None of it does. As I look around at all the smiling faces, all I can think about is the one person I wish was here with me. My wife, Annie Clay.

She’s the only woman I’ve ever loved and the only woman that could destroy me. That’s exactly what she did when she had me served with divorce papers last week.

A cowboy pats me on the back, and I force a smile onto my face. He’s all happy for me, not knowing that my life has gone to shit in the span of seven days. “Congratulations, Dustin!”

I thank him, and I have to push my way through the crowd as the announcer continues. “And with that win, Dustin Clay now qualifies for the Jasper Classic where the bulldoggin’ first place prize is one hundred thousand dollars. A year of competitions all lead to this event of the season.”

As the announcer drones on, I keep walking. This is what I wanted. This is what I have been striving for, but now it feels like it’s not even worth it. I wanted that money to make life easier for me and Annie, but if she’s not with me, why do I even care?

People are patting me on the back, congratulating me, and I smile tightly as I walk through. Once I’m away from the crowd, I let out a breath, hoping some of this anxious feeling is going to disappear.

Ray finds me. “Congratulations, boss man.”

I nod my thanks. I can feel his curious gaze, but I know he won’t ask. Ray is one of the ranch hands I employ. He knows that Annie is gone, and he also knows that I’m close to losing my shit. Ray takes his hat off and wipes his forehead. “I’ll take Bolt home and rub him down.”

I nod at him. “Thanks, Ray. I’ll be at the ranch later.”

Without waiting for a response, I walk straight to the parking lot. I get into my beat-up truck and hold the trophy in my lap. This should feel different, and I’m still waiting on that feeling to come, but all I feel is an overwhelming sense of disappointment. I toss the trophy into the passenger seat and start up my truck. I pull out of my parking space, spinning gravel on the way. I almost pick up the phone and call Annie, but I know how that’s going to go. I’ve tried calling her a hundred times since I received her papers. No explanation. No nothing. She didn’t tell me I was a piece of shit. She didn’t tell me that she was sick of my rundown ranch or that she couldn’t live like this anymore. She didn’t give me any reason. Just a note that said she was leaving and then she was gone. And now she’s not answering my calls. She’s not returning any of my text messages. Hell, it’s like she’s completely forgotten about me.

I’m halfway back to Whiskey Run, and that feeling in my chest gets even tighter. I’m about to drive home to an empty house, and the thought is overwhelming. Fuck, I miss my wife.

This past year has been the best year of my life. I thought we were happy. Yeah, it wasn’t all easy, but I was happy. And I thought she was too. Boy, did I get that wrong.

As I stop at a stop sign in downtown Whiskey Run, I turn my head and look into Red’s Diner. It’s a Saturday night, and even though they’re probably closing soon, there’s still quite a few people in there. I’m in the middle of debating whether I want to stop and grab a slice of their Blaze apple cake instead of going home to an empty house when I see HER.

Annie’s long brown hair is up in a ponytail, and I watch her as she walks to a table. She’s smiling, but it’s not the smile she always saved for me. That should make me happy, but it’s short-lived as she pulls a pad of paper from her apron. Apron! What the hell is she doing? Is she working at Red’s Diner? After she had me served with divorce papers, I thought for sure she’d be far away from our ranch and Whiskey Run.

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Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)

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He’s a filthy, fierce cowboy.
I’m his best friend’s daughter.
And the only thing more forbidden than his hands on me… is how much I want them there.

He says I’m off limits.
But now I’m back in our small town, all grown up and aching for the one man I shouldn’t want.
My dad thinks throwing me into ranch work will scare me off for good.
He’s wrong.
Because the more I’m around Dixon Chase,
with his rough hands and dirty mouth, the more I want to stay.

He says he can’t touch me.
That I deserve better.
But once he gives in, there’s no going back.

We were supposed to be a secret, something temporary.
But how do I give up something that feels this real?

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CHAPTER 1

DIXON

I’m nursing a beer in one hand and have a woman’s thigh in my other one. She’s sitting in my lap, and if this was ten years ago—hell, last year, I would already have her in the back room and be balls deep inside her. Instead, I’m sitting here, trying to figure out how to get her off my lap without embarrassing her.

She’s a buckle bunny and is always hanging out at the Whiskey Whistler after a rodeo. She’s one of probably ten women that follow the circuit, and she’s known for being up for anything. Hell, she’s probably slept with a few of the guys here. Not that I’m shaming her or anything. I’ve been there, done that.

But I’m not interested.

I don’t know if it’s my age or boredom, but I’m not interested in what she’s offering. She’s shifting back and forth on me, and I’m not sure what she’s hoping for, but whatever it is, my dick is not interested either.

She leans toward me, pressing her fake, too-perfect breasts in my face. The bar is loud, and she has to practically holler into my ear for me to hear what she’s saying. “You wanna get out of here, cowboy?”

“No.” The word comes out quick and without any hesitancy.

She rears back, surprised, and I’m trying to be polite about it and soften the denial with a smile, but she takes that as I’m interested instead of the fact I said no and meant it. Fuck.

I take my hand off her hip and put it on the couch beside me. Maybe she’ll get bored and get up.

A few people walk over and congratulate me on my win tonight, and after a few fist-bumps, I’m getting frustrated. “Honey, can you get up?”

She smiles real big at me. “Get off? Did you just ask me if I wanted to get off?”

A guy standing next to me laughs, and I grit my teeth. This is not my scene anymore. I’m not sure what the hell I’m doing here. I’m thirty-five years old. I should be at home with a wife and kid about now, but instead, I’ve spent the last fifteen years rodeoing and fucking around.

I’m about to lift the woman from my lap when something draws my attention to the front door. As soon as I spot Faith Allen walking in with her head held high like she owns the damn place, I know my life is never going to be the same.

She has on tight blue jeans, tall black boots, and a shirt that is molded to every damn curve she has. She is sin in cowgirl boots.

I drag in a breath and swallow. Hard.

She’s rolling a suitcase with another bag on top of it, telling me she just got into town.

I shouldn’t be looking at her. Hell, no one in here should be looking at her. She’s too young for most of the men in this crowd. I try to calculate it in my head, and she has to be around twenty-three now. Yeah, too damn young and too off-limits for you, I remind myself.

She’s my mentor’s daughter. Hell, Charlie is more than a mentor; he’s been like a father to me, and there’s no way I should be looking at his daughter the way I am right now.

Every man in the place is looking at her, and I can just imagine what they’re thinking. I’m not going to get out of this bar tonight without throwing a punch. Because as Charlie’s daughter, I’m going to protect her. Hell, because she’s Faith, I’m going to protect her.

She’s a lot different from the girl that followed me around her daddy’s ranch, asking me a thousand questions. I knew she had a crush on me then, but she was eighteen, and I had no interest in dating a child.

She’s an adult now. The thought comes before I can stop it, but I quickly tamp it down. Nope, she’s still too young, and it’s not going to happen.

Every man in the bar is looking at her but somehow, someway, she finds me. By the smile on her face, she’s happy to see me, but very quickly it disappears.

“Oh, you wanna take me up on my offer?” I forgot about the woman on my lap, and she’s pressing her ass into my cock that is thickening in my jeans. Fuck. She literally thinks I’m hard for her. I’m no longer worried about niceties. I lift the woman by the waist and set her in the seat next to me.

I stand up, smoothing my Wranglers down my thighs to hide my reaction to seeing Faith. I move to stand with a group of cowboys but keep my sights on the woman that is literally making me second-guess my morals, what’s right and wrong and where the hell am I going to sleep tonight. If she’s staying with her dad, I’m sleeping in the bunkhouse.

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