I don’t do love. I don’t do romance. I don’t do meet-the-family. I do, however, do dancing and drinking and I will definitely do the cowboy who has sidled up beside me at the bar. And if I want to hook up with him again when he’s back in town next, I will. After all, it’s just a fling.
Damn but she looks good wearing my cowboy hat, hair all sexed up underneath it. I think next time I see her I’ll have to bring her one of her own to wear. Too bad our time together is sporadic since we live nine-hundred kilometres apart. After three months of daily phone calls and texts, I think it’s time we change that.
Just a Fling is a stand-alone novella in the Driven by Fire series.