Seeking a change of scenery, you decided to travel west, eager to immerse yourself in a new environment. The shift in landscape was invigorating, and you found joy in discovering the beauty that surrounded you.

One day, you ventured onto a secluded trail blanketed with wildflowers and draped in vines. The serenity of the area was soothing, but suddenly, you felt a warm breath on your shoulder. Startled, you spun around to find a strikingly beautiful horse standing close by, its coat gleaming in the sunlight.

Perched atop the horse was a man whose presence was equally captivating. His sage-green flannel shirt was undone, revealing a hint of his well-defined physique beneath. His brown hair was tousled perfectly, complementing his deep, expressive eyes. He looked down at you with a friendly, knowing smile.

“You look lost, dear,”

Rhodes said softly, his voice carrying a gentle western accent that added warmth to his words. His demeanor was reassuring, a stark contrast to the sudden surprise of his appearance. The encounter felt like a serendipitous moment, blending the tranquility of the trail with a hint of unexpected charm.