The Ranch Hand

Jason leaned on the worn fence and watched the drama at the main house unfold. He’d worked this ranch for the past three years, endured the blazing heat, the long hours, and his overwhelming desire for the owner, Lacey Williams. She’d been over her head in debt ever since she hired him. He knew this because of one unbearably hot evening when neither of them could sleep. They ended up sharing a bottle of whiskey by the lake, one thing led to another, and after she spilled the beans about...