Vivica:

I didn’t come to Silver Creek looking for love. I came to start over.

Forty-six, divorced, and done with men forever, my plan was to enjoy my freedom and never let another man close enough to hurt me.

Then one night, Rhett Dawson sat down next to me at the bar with his charming smile.

He’s twenty-six, cocky, and way too persistent. Our night together was supposed to be the end of it. But he works at the ranch where I’m a veterinarian, so there’s no avoiding him.

We strike a deal—a casual arrangement that’s no strings attached.

The problem is Rhett doesn’t act casual. He brings me dinner. He remembers the little things, and when times get tough, he sticks around.

More than any man has ever done for me.

I told myself no one stays. But Rhett Dawson just might prove me wrong.

Rhett:

I came to Silver Creek with a busted spine, determined to keep everybody at a distance.

After a life of disappointment, I’ve learned to never expect much. Never believe anything will ever work out in my favor.

Then one night, I saw Vivica Murphy in a crowded bar and my beliefs began to change.

She’s forty-six, independent, intelligent, and drop dead gorgeous. She’s also uninterested in a ranch hand half her age with a playboy reputation.

…or so she says. Our night together tells me differently. She lays down her rules—casual, no feelings, and she can walk away whenever she wants.

I agreed to everything. I meant none of it.

Because one night with this woman was enough to change me into a believer. She thinks I’m too young to be serious. That I’m like every other man in her life.

She’s wrong. And I’ll prove it even if it kills me.