Rescuing the family ranch is the only reason Callie Cummings is home. To do that she must face the most infuriating—yet irresistible—man on the planet! Years ago she had an unforgettable fling with Declan O'Neill. And, oh my, can he still fill out a pair of jeans. Watching him strut across a corral is like waving a red flag. With that kind of enticement, how can Callie not be head over heels in lust with Deck again?
Steamy sex aside, Callie's visit is strictly temporary. Nothing—and no one—can keep her from her big-city life. But if that's really true, why are thoughts of her and Deck riding into the sunset so tempting?
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