Like they can remind me of all the reasons why I have hated Wyatt Montgomery for so damn long. One. He’s too damn handsome for his own good. Two. He knows every way to push my buttons. Three. For what he said years ago. He broke my heart, and I’m still not over it. I’ve held on to the petty grudge since I was sixteen. The first time I met Wyatt, I was starstruck. He was the fastest rider I ever saw. He was rodeo. Dust and grit. Everything a cowboy should be. When my father told me he had signed me up for lessons, I screamed into my pillow.
