Amber’s nerves fluttered in her throat as she took in the glorious sight of Lance on her front steps. He was cowboy perfection, and Amber had always had a weakness for a man in a cowboy hat.
He smiled at her, seemingly perfectly at ease. His strong jaw begged her to touch it, probably moments before she kissed him. Startled she was thinking about kissing already, she only allowed herself a moment to take in the way his shoulders seemed to stretch so wide, that blue and yellow checkered shirt almost like the plaid he wore around the ranch. But more upscale.
He wore jeans and his cowboy boots, but his hat was different tonight too.
“Don’t you look great?” he asked, moving the fistful of flowers he held closer to her. “I know you like wildflowers.”
She did, and she smiled as she took them
