Jake only needed a few things to win his steer wrestling competitions: his steed, cowboy hat, the belt to hold up his tight jeans, and a beautiful bystander gazing at him from the cro— wait, what?

His azure blue eyes snapped back to where his pretty bystander had been. His stomach flipped when he realized that they were no longer in that same spot.

Where did that pretty little thing scamper off to...?