“There’s not a damn thing you could say that would change my mind,” I declare. She twists her lips deviously. “You know what this means, right?” “Tell me,” I murmur, my eyelids drooping, lips brushing hers. “I’m going to need my own pair of cowgirl boots now. Since I’m going to be spending so much time with you at the ranch and all.” Her cheek-splitting smile steals the breath straight out of my lungs. “You’ll send me to an early grave in a pair of your own boots, Anna. But fuck if I’m not going to take you shopping anyway.”
