Hazel Brewster basked in the energy at Grape Seed Ranch. Sure, she’d heard of it. Everyone within a hundred mile radius of Grape Seed Falls had heard of the ranch. They produced some of the best beef in the state of Texas, and when their cowboys came to town…it was all female hands on deck.
Not Hazel, of course. She’d dated enough cowboys to know they came in gorgeous packages, from the boots, to the belt buckles, to the hats, but that most were more interested in their horse than they were in her.
Of course, she knew that was her fault. She wasn’t serious about getting serious with anyone, and most men didn’t just want a first date and then a BFF to laugh with. Some did, sure. Jason Bell, who worked at the ice cream parlor, made a sinfully good grilled cheese sandwich, and Hazel ate one
