Wanted! One Cowboy for Christmas

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Before he’d left to rodeo last spring, Danny had ended their relationship. This had been his best year on the circuit and at the National Finals the first week of December, which probably explained his new cockiness. But why let their break-up or her dad’s sour mood ruin her Christmas?

Unfortunately, just as Erin climbed the back steps to his mother’s house, which would probably smell of sugar cookies, her favorite, and maybe the only thing she had in common now with Danny, he barreled out the door. And ran right into her. He was always in a hurry these days to catch up with his dreams. The dreams that excluded her.

“Whoa,” he said as if Erin were one of the ranch horses. As he steadied her, the warmth of his hands on her shoulders seemed to burn through the leather gloves he wore, but his beautiful hazel eyes avoided her gaze. “Watch where you’re going.”

Before she could point out that the accident was his fault, he shook his dark head then stomped off toward the barn. Erin watched the set of his broad shoulders, his leanly muscled frame, and the trim seat of his jeans.

“You think you’re really something, don’t you?” she called after him, knowing she sounded younger than she was.

He laughed but didn’t turn around. “Yep.”

And worse luck for Erin, she’d loved him from the day she and her widowed father arrived in Montana when she was five years old. This Christmas she should have been hoping for a ring.