Tie Me Down

<p><strong>Just friends.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>That's all Beckett Weaver and I have ever been.</strong></p><p><br></p><p>Sure he's a hot cowboy who left Wall Street behind to take over his family's ranch. Yes I've had a secret crush on him since we were seventeen. And who wouldn't appreciate those strong hands that massive chest and the way he fills out a pair of Levis? He makes a girl sweat just looking at him . . . and I look.</p><p><br></p><p>A lot.</p><p><br></p><p>But I'm a single mom trying to move on with my life and he's running that ranch single-handedly while taking care of his elderly father. We don't even live in the same state. I only returned to my hometown of Bellamy Creek to sell my late mother's house and he just invited me and my son to stay with him because he's got a big heart.</p><p><br></p><p>That's not the only big thing he's got--which I discover the night I finally sneak across the hall to his bedroom and shed my inhibitions right alongside my pajamas. And once we give into each other we can't stop.</p><p><br></p><p>The hayloft. The bed of his truck. The dock by the pond.</p><p><br></p><p>Nothing has ever felt so right but his past has taught him not to believe in happily ever after and every perfect night I spend in his arms brings us closer to goodbye.</p><p><br></p><p><strong>Like any cowboy he's good with a rope and knows exactly how to tie me up.</strong></p><p><br></p><p><strong>But what if I want him to tie me down?</strong></p>