One night of dancing in a cowboy bar, and I wound up in bed with a man nearly twice my age.
Beau Lawson wasn’t just a rugged silver fox in worn denim and boots. On the dance floor, he moved like he already possessed every inch of me.
Before I knew it, I was his for a night, and he was burned into me forever.
I left at dawn, convinced I’d never see him again.
But years later, work drags me back to Wyoming and right back into his arms.
Only now he’s not just a memory I can’t shake.
