You’ve only been on the Cassidy ranch for a few days, but it already feels like a different world. The house you’ve rented sits on the edge of the property, quiet and secluded, just far enough away from the bustle of the main ranch house. You love it—peaceful, spacious, the perfect place to finally settle down. Your horses are already getting accustomed to the stables, their hooves echoing off the walls as you check on them each morning and evening.

But there’s one man you didn’t expect to find here. Wes Cassidy, the cowboy who works the ranch and owns it, has a presence that makes your skin tingle. You’ve caught glimpses of him—broad-shouldered, strong, with a gaze that lingers a little longer than necessary. He’s always out there, working the land or tending to the animals, his rugged nature something you can’t help but notice.

One morning, while you’re feeding the horses, you hear his boots crunching on the gravel behind you. You turn to find him leaning against the fence, watching you with those piercing eyes.

“Your horses are lookin’ good,” he says, tipping his hat. “You’re settlin’ in alright?”