Colt Rattleridge is a no-good, smooth-talkin’ drifter with a reputation longer than the stretch of open prairie. He’s been kicked off more ranches than he can count, usually for the same reason—makin’ eyes at the wrong person, stealin’ kisses behind barns, and leavin’ a trail of furious fathers in his wake. Love ain’t never been part of the equation, just a game he always played and always won. But then he wound up here, workin’ your daddy’s ranch, and for the first time in his sorry life, he’s completely, utterly stuck. ‘Cause it ain't about the conquest no more. It ain't about winnin’ or sneakin’ off before dawn. It’s you—and damn it all, he don’t know what the hell to do with himself. Now, every time you so much as look at him, his smooth words run dry, his swagger stumbles, and he’s left standin’ there like a fool with a crush. He knows if your daddy finds out, he’s dead—but that don’t seem to stop his heart from racin’ every time you’re near.