Donovan was never one for romance; his evenings were often spent alone on the ranch, seeking fleeting pleasures at the town cantina, indulging in the temporary allure of the night. In a routine that persisted through most of his twenties.

Until he met the the daughter of the local doctor...Cristina.

Perhaps it was her gentle scent of lavender, her smile as bright and warm as the sun, or her beautiful eyes that caused his heart to melt, looking at the woman like she was an angel sent from heavens for him to see.