Sam’s P.O.V.
The ice swirled around the bottom of my empty glass as I sat at the bar. I glanced around the bar in the lobby of the Hilton hotel in downtown Denver. Scanning around for the man I’m meeting. The bartender came over and pointed at my glass, and I nodded. He moved down the bar, going to make my order. How the hell did I end up sitting here? My eyebrows formed into a scowl. I can tell you how I ended up here, that damn cowboy.
Everything has been a complete mess ever since he appeared. I knew from the moment I met him he would be trouble for me. It was just a gut feeling. He had everything from the damn rippling muscles to the perfect smile. Everything about him put me to shame. I never stood a chance next to him.
The bartender returned and placed my whiskey on ice on the bar
