Stay for Me

Mags: Peace. After spending a half a lifetime in hell and the other half in a warzone, peace was all I wanted. Over a decade ago, I came to Hallow Ranch after leaving the Marines, thinking that's what I would find. Peace. Solitude. Maybe even a shred of happiness. When Denver Langston hired me, gave me a cot to sleep in, food to eat, and a horse to ride, I made the decision to stay. Forever. Hallow Ranch wanted—no, needed—me, and it felt good. I'd only gotten a taste of what I came here to find before it was ripped away, replaced by a burning temptation unlike anything I'd ever known. Diana Harper: Denver's lawyer. From the moment I saw her, entranced by her beauty and light, I knew the universe wasn't done torturing me. Peace was nothing but a myth. Now, after years of yearning, my control is about to snap. Diana: Love. That darn thing was a blessing to some but a curse to others. I, unfortunately, had been cursed, falling in love with a cowboy who wanted nothing to do with me. I came to Colorado after law school looking to do some good in the world, leaving my past and the East Coast behind me. It was a rocky start, to say the least, but when Denver Langston, the owner of Hallow Ranch, hired me on the spot, things started looking up. My client list grew, and my life plan was finally in motion. It was a good plan, carefully crafted, jotted down in my first Filofax. Color coded, of course. Then, that plan went up in smoke the day my eyes landed on Denver's newest cowboy: Mags. He was dark, cold, beautiful, and my stupid heart jumped before I could even say hello. I fell in love with him so quickly, it defied logic. That was over a decade ago. Today, I'm still hopelessly and foolishly in love with that cowboy. That's why there’s a new plan in place. A plan to move on. Contains mature themes.