A second later, I felt the heat of his body disappear and heard the door slam. My shoulders sagged. He left. He saw the mess I was and left. Not that I could blame him. I counted to ten four times as the lightning and thunder lessoned. When the only thing I could hear was the soft rainfall, I opened my eyes and lifted my head. A scream came from my throat as my hand shot to my chest when I found the cowboy leaning against my front door, his arms folded over his chest, his ankles crossed, his jaw still unbelievably tight with anger. None of those things made him any less beautiful. No, not
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