Falling for the Cowboy (Wild Vista Ranch #4)

My best friend bought me a week at a dude ranch for my birthday.

A dude ranch. In Rosewood, Texas. For my birthday. I said I wanted a spa day.

She said I needed dirt under my brand-new boots, stars over my head and to stop wasting my heart on men who didn’t know what to do with a real woman. She wasn’t wrong.

Here’s the thing — I’m a curvy girl, which means I have never in my life considered getting on a horse. I’m allergic to smoke, so campfires are out. And really, who does bugs?

I am a concrete-and-coffee kind of girl and the closest I’ve come to nature is a rooftop bar with a view of the park. And then I met him.

He’s tall, stupidly handsome, and he’s got a smirk that should require a permit in at least forty states. I didn’t come to Wild Vista Ranch to fall for anyone. And certainly not for a cowboy.