I’ll admit it. I’m naïve.
Sure, I’m smart and I’ve got the grades to prove it. I’m set up to have the perfect life, but there is one problem: I haven’t lived. I’m about to graduate from college and I’ve never even had a boyfriend.
If I wasn’t drunk I never would’ve applied for the ranch job across the country, but I was, and I did.
There has to be some kind of a mistake, there is no way Floyd would hire a woman to break the horses.
But here she is, and I know her type: a spoiled horse brat.
Who does Sydney think she is, coming to Blackgum Acres with her fancy words and shiny equestrian boots? She probably doesn’t even own a cowboy hat.
And now she has my cabin and my job.
I’ve been called old-fashioned, a real modern-day cowboy on more than one occasion, but damn it, I’m not going to go out of my way to help her, and I sure as hell ain’t going to like her.