May Sotheby escaped the truck and hurried up her front steps, with barely a wave over her shoulder at the cowboy that had taken her to dinner. Barbecue. Again. Stale conversation. Again. Wandering hands. Again.
She yanked open the door and stepped inside, closing the door behind her and locking it before breathing properly. She pressed her back into the wood and sighed. Tipping her chin toward the ceiling, she asked, “Is this all Texas has to offer?”
This time, she’d expanded outside of the Grape Seed Falls cowboys. A big mistake. Apparently the cowboys at the ranch forty minutes away were just as unsavory as all the ones she’d dated here.
A keen sense of disappointment cut through her as her dog’s nails clicked against the high-end tile in her entryway. Exhausted with all things relati
