The Cowboy Chef has a reputation as a heartbreaker, but that doesn’t stop my heart from going pitter-patter whenever he’s around. It’s not because I’m over forty and single. There are other reasons.
But I’m not going to risk opening my heart to a man with his reputation. Any man for that matter.
Then I end up living across the driveway from him, and he calls a truce. Being nice to each other only makes the heart-thumping worse.
He oozes charm like the sun gives off heat. But it’s clear he’s not interested.
When we’re stranded in a freak snowstorm, I snap and unleash a heap of brutal honesty.
His response catches me completely off guard. What do I do now?