Cowboy

Winnifred Sleeping with Brandon Rawlins was a reckless choice. He’s my brother’s best friend, the ranch’s right-hand man, and the one person who treats me like a thorn in his side—when he’s not looking at me like I’m the only thing on fire. The morning after, he made sure I knew it was a mistake. Loud and clear. So I moved on. Or tried to. But somehow, Brandon’s there—a conveniently timed interruption, a quiet sabotage, a tension I can’t outrun. He doesn’t want me… but he doesn’t want anyone else to have me either. And that kind of want? It burns. Brandon I wasn’t supposed to touch her. Winnifred Elwood is off-limits—my best friend’s sister, the girl I’ve spent years pretending not to notice, the firecracker I can’t seem to shake. Sleeping with her was a mistake. That’s what I keep telling myself. That’s what I told her. But every time she looks at another man like he might be enough for her, something ugly coils in my chest. I’m not proud of it, but I’ve been getting in her way. Quietly. Subtly. On purpose. Because the truth is, I don’t regret that night and I regret pretending I did.