The moment that grumpy cowboy strode up in his half-buttoned shirt, looking like a tall drink of water - I knew I was a goner.
Dealing with someone like Carter Hill was not what I'd signed up for. This was just supposed to be a temp job, a punishment from my sleazy boss after I refused to give him a you-know-what. The plan was simple - Get in, fix the horse, then get back to my life within a few weeks.