The first time I saw her, I knew she was trouble...a defiant little thing that needed to learn a lesson.
The kind of trouble you spend all night praying never ends and a decade trying to forget.
Those full hips wrapped in skin tight denim taunted me as she rode that mechanical bull.
Her cherry red lips begging me to give in to her teasing.
She’s one of those girls—Mysterious, driven, all kinds of sexy.
The kind that makes you wish you hadn't walked away when you did.
So tell me why, come Monday morning, she’s sitting across from me at our quarterly board meeting as the new director of social media for Slade Brewing, my family company.
Brooklyn Dyer isn’t just a transplant from Chicago looking for the next step in her career, she’s kind of technically…my new boss.
I wish that was the worst of it, but next thing I know, she’s got me shirtless on a horse posing as the model for her national social media campaign.
She might be a fun, young distraction but I’ve seen plenty of tourists and transplants come and go ‘round here and I’ve learned the hard way that when they leave, they take your heart with it.
So no matter how many nights she spends in my arms, fulfilling all my fantasies—I can’t let myself think it’s anything more than what it is but my resolve doesn’t last long.
Just about the time I think I can let my guard down and embrace these new feelings, life takes a turn when a pining ex shows up, there’s a baby on the way and some seriously dangerous drama unfolds that could change our lives forever.
She’s one of those girls alright.
The type that makes you feel sorry for her exes when you realize what they lost.
The type that makes you realize why all your past relationships never worked out.
The type that makes you want to finally stop fighting that feeling.