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🔥cowboy romance
🔥opposites attract
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I thought I’d be miserable planning my ex’s wedding, but a rugged cowboy turned distiller knows just how to relieve the pressure.
After fleeing back home to Huckleberry Springs, Montana, I become the new event planner for my family’s guest ranch. But the first event to plan is my cousin’s wedding to my cheating ex. If I don’t, my uncle won’t sign over his share of the ranch and forever mettle in our lives. So I take one for the team.
One night when I buckle under the stress, I also get a little—a lot—drunk. Saving me from myself is one of the cowboys that used to work for my dad. Durban Hennessy is now part owner in the local distillery, and he doesn’t do drama, distractions, or hot messes that just threw up on his boots. Still, he brings me to his place so I can sober up in private.
Durban’s providing wet bar service throughout the wedding festivities. The distiller with a superiority complex and I cross paths too often, but when he finds me in a store room, spiraling during the groom’s family dinner, he relieves the pressure in the hottest way possible.
So we strike a bargain. He’ll help me relax in the steamiest way possible, and he can repair his ego after getting dumped by his long distance relationship. When impromptu hookups turn into sleepovers that include intimate pillow talk, I know I’m in trouble. Because our whiskey bargain ends when the wedding does.
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I swirl, gently inhale with my mouth open, and sip. “I taste cinnamon.”
“Good girl. That’s the American oak.”
Praise from him should put me on the defensive, not make me want to strip down, but knowing he’s single only makes it worse. Laughter from the tasting room reaches us, and I shoot the drink back before I can think twice. I’m also single, and it’s for a damn good reason.
“They’re getting to you.”
“Yes,” I hiss. “It’s going to be a long four weeks.”
“All this to look like the bigger person?” I’m open and raw, but his proximity is soothing.
“They’d do it anyway. In the end, my only revenge is to look unbothered, and that’s hard to do on the sidelines.” I set the empty glass down and shoot the other one. Warm whiskey coats my insides, and I close my eyes. “Besides, each time I’m in the same room as them, January has to be wondering if he still loves me. She has to wonder if he’s checking me out when she’s not looking. When I walk by, she has to question how well he remembers me naked and sucking his dick.”
I open my eyes. Tension is scribbled across his face, and his pupils are wide. He’s focused on my lips.
“That’s gotta mess with her,” I say, my voice husky. The stiffness in my limbs is melting away as the small amount of alcohol I drank soaks into my veins. “And I hope it’s a special hell for her. I hope that no matter how much she tells herself that he chose her, the thought of me still taints her wedding.”
Several moments tick by. Did I go too far? Does he think I’m demented and that I’m not at all the bigger person? I’m a childish, selfish girl when it comes down to it. I’m scorned, and I want some retribution.
“Good girl,” he says again and drags his gaze up my face to meet my eyes. “And I can assure you, Campbell, that he very much remembers you sucking his dick.”
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