I’ve got nothing more than a declined card and a tank full of fuel thanks to the charity of a stranger. All the while, God’s favorite cowboy watches me from where he leans casually against his truck. A vehicle that’s probably worth more than my entire annual take home pay. “I hope it didn’t ruin your visit to Crimson Ridge.” His hazel eyes are still fixed on me with a keen expression. Even though his gaze might be glued to my face, I can feel him taking in every inch of my appearance. My body heats under his perceptive stare. “How do you know I’m just visiting?” I tilt my head to one side. For
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