No more cowboys… Or western knights-in-shining-armor… Not even the Marlboro Man himself! Being alone has taught Frannie O’Connell to be self-sufficient, but being Superwoman is harder than it looks. She’s pulling an all-night drive to reach her next rodeo. It’s past midnight on a lonely mountain road, and if she doesn’t catch a few winks, there’s a better than average chance she’ll run her rig into the river. Her barrel racing dreams are interrupted when a stranger knocks on her truck's window. He’s a cowboy by the looks of his black Stetson and tight Wranglers. But what’s the man doing out here? His deep blue eyes and sexy smile have her reaching for the door handle when her brain finally takes control. Her mama taught her manners, and her daddy taught her to be tough. But, her brother and her ex pounded home the fact that not everyone is trustworthy. His offer of aid is tempting. She knows being safe is better than sorry, but he’d helped her earlier at the rodeo. Sometimes a cowgirl has to go with her gut.