She couldn’t leave the idiot there to die! But what was she going to do with a half-frozen cowboy? Dancing Creek Bar manager, Catherine Silvera, stared at the waterlogged, unconscious man sleeping in the only vehicle left in the parking lot, his Stetson crushed beneath his head. Did she know him? At three a.m. the other employees and patrons were gone. Her first inclination was to leave him to sober up. But the temperature was dropping faster than Wiley Coyote’s anvil. Her second thought was to call the sheriff. Her hand hovered over the cell phone. But, she recognized the cowboy. This man had helped her years ago, when she couldn’t help herself. The smell of liquor filled the interior of the truck. Drunks were above her pay grade, but she owed him. It would only take a few minutes to repay his kindness then make tracks like a coyote-shy rabbit with hot breath on her tail. You’ll love this contemporary rodeo romance because sometimes old dogs do learn new tricks. Formerly published as Sugarwater Ranch.