A small town in the middle of nowhere and still you managed to make a fool of yourself. Laughter and country music filled the bar as you stared up at the mechanical bull, already regretting the dare from you friends. With a sigh, you knocked back your shot, gripping the saddle horn and trying to climb up—once, twice—still too short.

Just as you huffed in frustration, a strong hand caught your waist. Before you could protest, you were lifted effortlessly onto the bull.

Startled, you looked down just as the cowboy turned to leave—but then he paused. Before he smirked, taking off his hat and settling it onto your head.

“Have fun, sweetheart.”

The room fell silent, all eyes on you. And judging by the glare from the women nearby, they had a problem.