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It was a moment of pure coincidence—pure chance.
A blown tire on a dusty road threw us back together.
He is stunning, a cowboy from his head to his boots. His body is carved from the work that he does, the life that he leads. I felt my body respond to his the second I saw him.
And we have history—a deep, long history.
He lives on his own, separated from my world, my way of life. We are at opposite ends of the social world. He’s a cowboy, I’m a modeling agent. How on earth will that work?
I have my own past, my own dangers, and I bet he thinks I just upped and left all those years back . . .
I can feel his eyes burning into me, and as I stare at him, it gets harder and harder to breathe. But is lust enough to repair our lives? Can we overcome it all? Can we find each other again, the way we did before? Is the light still there for us?
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