Jamie is a true cowgirl. She’s also a woman who had her heart broken by the one man she thought would love her forever. Mason was everything she wanted, but he left her when she was most vulnerable, and she has been trying to pick up the pieces ever since.
When she runs out of gas one day, a gorgeous cowboy named Austin swoops in and rescues her. Soon after, she is pulled over on the side of the road crying, and the cowboy saves her again. Austin persuades her to go out with him and the night finds her enjoying life again, in ways she never thought possible. Mason keeps creeping into her mind, but Austin does a great job of making her feel safe.
However, when she wakes up before Austin the next day and looks around his house, she is shocked to find a surprising picture on his wall. It turns out both of them have their secrets, and it's anybody's guess whose will be revealed first…
The sun was blazing and sweat was pouring down my back into unmentionable places less than 30 seconds after I got in the car. It was the end of August in northern Texas and it seemed that the heat should be winding down by now. No such luck, however. My big thighs were sticking to the leather seats and my wavy black hair was already a frizzy mess. Grabbing the black elastic from around my waist, I twisted my hair up into a knot on the top of my head and started the car. The first thing I noticed was that my gas gauge was dipping dangerously below E, and I swore out loud. Saying a silent prayer that I could make it to the gas station where my sister worked, I backed out of the driveway.
On the way there, I noticed the car starting to hesitate when I pushed the gas, and I knew I was running on borrowed time. Several profanities shot out from my mouth as I hit every damn red light on the way, and I might have shot a few death looks at other drivers for holding me up. Right before the last light nearest to the gas station, the worst happened; the car ran out of gas and shut off completely.
"Shit!" I yelled to myself. I put the car in neutral and was able to coast it down an incline and into the parking lot of the wood products factory. I sat there and hit the steering wheel a few times before deciding I had no choice but to get out and walk to the store to get help. Luckily, the convenience store was only about a block away. I got out, grabbed my purse, and locked the doors. Sweat was immediately pouring off of me again and my hair was turning into a giant mess. It was sweaty around my forehead and frizzy everywhere else. I didn’t even want to imagine how I looked.
