I’ve been on a path to redemption. Kayce Wilder, former screw-up. The bareback bronc rider with big dreams. I had it all figured out, until a ride gone wrong left me with no other option than to ask for his help. Zeke Rainer. Raine. My stepbrother. Two rodeo riders in pursuit of the same buckle . . . before he left me behind. I shouldn’t be noticing how strong his hands look, and I certainly shouldn’t be wondering if he thinks about me as much as I think about him. It would be unthinkable to be drawn to him. Wouldn’t it?
