Rope Me In (Cowboys of Night Hawk, #2)

by Kayla Grosse

Grief. It’s a funny and horrible thing. Like your lungs, it expands and contracts.

I’ve always been the town flirt and, eventually, the town playboy. I slept with a lot of women. It’s not something I’m ashamed of; it’s just a fact.

All this to say I have no business feeling any type of way about Kade. I moved to this town to get away from red flags, not move toward them. I just have to remind myself of that when he’s around.

This man is so hot and cold, and I’m questioning even more now why I ever found him attractive.

Living in a town like this, it’s natural to get depressed. Most people here are depressed. Some deal with it by drinking, others are able to ignore it, some hide it. I’m just not hiding it anymore, and it’s making him uncomfortable. It’s making my entire family uncomfortable.

His eyes shine with laughter, and he shakes his head. “Ranch life isn’t glamorous, darlin’. Sometimes you gotta stick your arm up a cow’s ass.”