The Trouble with Cowboys

My love of animals started at a young age, when I’d sneak away to the Stone Ranch and play animal doctor under the guidance of Dr. Paul (Paps) Stone. He inspired me to become a veterinarian. Which is why, after being gone for years, I make the trip home for his surprise eightieth birthday party. When my brother hands over a mischievous goat and asks me to deliver it to Paps my first day back, I do it happily. Paps is overjoyed to see me. His grumpy military veteran turned cowboy grandson? Not so much. In fact, he’s downright annoyed that I’m bringing Paps yet another misfit for his collection.

EverleighI’m falling for my best friend’s brother, and it’s a problem. Huge problem, actually. Because Wyatt has been my go-to person for everything since I slunk back into my hometown a year ago with my tail tucked between my legs. Flat tire? Something goes bump in the night? Ice cream emergency? He’s the one I call. But ever since that night he carried me into my apartment and took care of me after an evening of binge drinking with my bestie a few weeks ago, I’m starting to feel things I shouldn’t. I refuse to let this little crush get out of hand. I’m too broken to let anyone in.