still remember little Sara Waters and how she’d grabbed and kissed me
in the barn on the Waters property when she was 10 years old. The last
time I’d seen her I’d been with my ex-wife, Kelly. The only good thing
out of that marriage had been my 12-year-old daughter. I haven’t had a
solid relationship since.
When Sara shows up at the ranch to tell me that her dad isn’t letting the Killarny’s enter the derby, that we’re doing
illegal, well let’s just say, I didn’t take it very well. There’s no
way in hell we’re not going, and no way in hell I can stay away from
that hot, little body.
My father’s instructions were
clear – tell the Killarny’s they can’t race. Our families have history
and I refuse to tell them over the phone, so I’ll drive to the Estate to
tell them in person. But Pete Killarny refuses to accept my dad’s
decision. Who am I supposed to believe: the father who’s cared for me
all my life or the hot cowboy I’ve loved since I was 10 years old?
If fantasies involving hay lofts give you a thrill, along with the thought of a family of HOT brothers, read on…