Page 1 of Wild Love, Cowboy (The Portree Cowboys #1)

Grant

Most women fall for cowboys because of their hats—mine hooked me with a lie and a kiss I still haven’t recovered from. And I say that as a man who once took a hoof to the ribs and still walked it off.

She’s standing in the river like she belongs there.

Water curling around her hips, bikini clinging like it’s got a personal vendetta against my sanity, and wet hair slicked back in a way that’s got my chest tight and my hands itching to touch.

She catches me watching her—doesn’t flinch, doesn’t look away.

Just gives me that look. That wide-eyed, sharp-lipped, I-dare-you-to-take-your-fill look that’s got me doing real dumb things lately.

Like slipping off my horse shirtless and wading into the river with my jeans still on, like that’s a normal Tuesday decision.

She’s all sunlight and temptation. And me? I’m a man who’s spent the better part of the last decade dragging ghosts around like they’re leashed to my boots. But when she smiles—slow and a little smug—I forget every damn reason I ever had for staying distant.

There’s a moment, right here in the middle of this river, where I know I’m screwed. Completely, irreversibly wrecked. And not just because of the way her mouth tastes like summer and rebellion. No, it’s the way I feel when she touches me—like maybe I deserve something good after all.

And if all I’ve got is borrowed time with her, then I’m gonna make damn sure Mia Bonney remembers what it feels like to be wanted like this . Not just with hands and heat—but with heart, soul, and everything I’ve got left to give.

Maybe this moment rewrites everything.

Or maybe it’s the start of a wildfire I’ll never outrun.

But either way, one thing’s for damn sure—

I’m not walking out of this river the same man who rode in.