A Small Town Enemies to Lovers Romance
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The rules were simple.
Keep my hands off his daughter and stay out of trouble.
But now I'm stuck with her.
There's only one bed.
And well, rule...
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Dad: How's it going?
Summer: It's beautiful out here.
Dad: I meant the cowboy.
Summer: Oh him? He hates me.
Dad: You'll win him over. Just make sure he keeps his dick in his pants.
Summer: I'll pass the message along. A sure way to win him over!
Men are so fragile.
I told Rhett to keep up, and I'm almost positive that he stood in that field sulking just to prove a point. It's kind of amusing. My lips twitch as I set up my files and laptop on the living room table.
We need to hammer out a schedule for the coming months, and I'm going to need Rodeo King here to do that.
Eventually, I hear the back door slam and heavy footfalls traveling in my direction. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch sight of his frame. His broad shoulders, his unruly hair, and dark scruff. You'd have to be dead to not appreciate a man like Rhett Eaton.
He's not pretty and polished. He's rugged and a little rough around the edges.
He's all man.
One hundred percent different from any man I've met. Girls like me don't usually mix with men like him. We don't even mix in the same circles, but that doesn't stop me from admiring him. The way a pair of Wranglers fit him hasn't changed since his early days on the circuit.
"I was worried a bear had attacked you," I announce as I seat myself on one of the tufted leather club chairs.
"Black bears rarely attack people," he husks as he strides into the living room, eyeing up my spread like it might be an explosive or something.
"Grizzlies?"
"Mostly stick to the mountains," he grumbles.
"Okay. Cougar?"
He towers above me and quirks a brow.
"Yeah," I sigh and lean back in the comfy chair, sensing the pressure of his honeyed stare on my body. "You definitely look like cougar bait."
He shakes his head while I bite back a grin. "This is going to be a long two months."
"You could always throw yourself down that well I saw on my way back to the house and put yourself right out of this misery."
That comment sobers him and instead of responding with something flippant, he flops down on the couch across from me and runs his hands through his hair. The silence stretches between us as I regard him carefully. "My mom used to make wishes down that well with my brothers and me. Don't remember it at all."
