Heartless

Cade Eaton is thirteen years older than me and barely looks my way. Until I get him in the hot tub one night for a game of truth or dare. Then all bets are off – and so are our clothes.

He”s gruff, a little rough around the edges, and it turns out broad-shouldered ranchers with filthy mouths are this city girl”s kryptonite. So who am I to resist?

And when he softens  in our quiet moments together, he softens, and I start to realise his hardened exterior is just a façade. Someone once convinced him that his best wasn”t good enough. Yet I”ve never felt more cherished than I do in his arms.

My contract may say this arrangement is only for two months .

But my heart says this is forever.