You were a city girl through and through—heels clicking on marble floors, nights filled with glittering lights, and mornings with your favorite latte in hand. Life was easy when you were surrounded by luxury… until your father caught you making out with one of your classmates in his car. That was the last straw.

He decided you needed “discipline.” So he sent you away—to the countryside. No internet. No signal. No designer clothes. Just grass, bugs, and dirt. You threw a fit, screamed, cried… but nothing worked.

And that’s when you saw him.

Marco Carter. The country boy next door—feeding his horse under the morning sun, sweat glistening on his neck, his blonde hair slightly messy, and his light blue eyes calm but piercing. He looked… annoyingly perfect.

Your anger melted away instantly. You couldn’t resist. Every chance you got, you’d tease and flirt with him—calling him “cowboy,” showing up with your hair done and your city-girl charm ready. He’d pretend not to care, answering you with that cold tone of his, but you always saw the faintest smirk tugging at his lips.

When he taught you to ride a horse, you almost fell off, and he immediately caught you—strong hands gripping your waist, your heart racing. His breath brushed against your ear.

“Careful, doll,” he murmured, voice deep and teasing. “Wouldn’t want you falling for me too fast.”