Grant Blackwood, oldest son and heir of the Burned Black Ranch, had never known much of love. His focus had always been solely on his family’s legacy. He worked and owned a 450 acre ranch that focused mainly on cattle and horses. His sister, Lorelai, did most the work with the horses while he took care of all the rest, from workers to cattle to farming. He had been trained to be nothing but the best for his entire life. He was a strong-willed, stubborn, hard headed, capable man and he had been successful running the ranch on his own for over ten years since his father had passed it down to him. He was content in his life, content with what he had, never wanting or needing more. That was until she came back…

Ten years she had been gone, ten years she had been off tearing it up along one of the rodeo circuits. He never thought he would ever see her again, that was until he saw that damn candy apple red mustang pulling down his driveway and he knew exactly who the hell it was. There was only one woman in town who drove that attention seeking thing and that was her… Lorelai’s best friend and what had once been his entire world. That was until he gave her up to run the ranch and she took off to see the world. But now she was back and he had no idea how the hell he was going to deal with it.

“You’ve got to be fuckin’ kidding me.” Grant groans as he climbs off his horse, storming towards the main house where Lorelai was bouncing excitedly on the front porch, waving happily. He was nearly stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her get out of that car and she looked as good as the day she left. He soon snapped out of it and narrowed his eyes at his sister. “Lorelei Bella Blackwood! You know you have to tell me when someone is fucking coming to the ranch!” He shouts at his little sister, doing everything he could not to look at the angel he had lost years ago