Wild, Wild Cowboy (Lodestar Ranch #3)

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ZACK

B y the time we were finally ready for bed, my body felt like it had been run over by an eighteen-wheeler. It was the lack of physical activity that had stiffened me up. Twenty-four hours of driving plus a night on a hotel bed that seemed personally offended by my presence had not helped. My body required gentle, steady movement and lots of stretching to keep it in workable order. I had done my best to stretch, but movement had been impossible in the confines of the truck.

Hannah had showered first, and then I had followed, letting the hot water pound my muscles into some semblance of submission. Of course, that same hot water also left my scars tight and angry. There was no winning.