What was I supposed to do? Trevor, my ex, had broken my heart. Again. You would have done the same. Because Cole Mason was just standing there. The rancher from Texas who had me silently begging for him to call me ma'am. Beckoning me with those dark-brown eyes I caught staring at me and a body I wanted to climb like a tree. I knew in time he'd either lasso my broken heart and fix it, or I'd pull a Trevor and break his. Looking...