Sleeping with a cowboy was never a part of the plan.
I was supposed to finally meet him face to face, persuade him to sign paperwork, and enjoy the rest of my life without being tied to him.
I was supposed to give him a piece of my mind, inform him of everything he took away from me, that my parents weren’t who he thought they were.
That was easier said than done. I hadn’t seen more than a few photos of him in his childhood, but now, he was a full grown man; Broad, fit, and sexy as hell.
His foreign touch was addictive, sending my head in a rush and my heart to beat into overdrive.
Could the chemistry and passion we share be enough to overpower my jealousy and hatred toward him?