Chapter 6
Zoe sat on the tailgate of the SUV, rummaging through the books in the crate. They were all glossy-covered paperbacks, featuring gorgeous men who in many cases had apparently mislaid their clothes. The author’s name was Lorna Derrivan. Definitely not Friern. She read the back covers of a few of them, trying to pick one out to read. She’d started to regret asking. What if she didn’t like it? That would be awkward. A publisher had bought them and published them, so they must be good, she assumed. But that didn’t mean Zoe would like them for sure.
She picked one out that involved some guy from the city ending up on a ranch for some job and falling for the rancher—who on the cover had jeans and a cowboy hat, but no shirt. Zoe hoped he used sunscreen. It was called Ridden Hard, whic
