cowboy · enemies to lovers · slow burn · ranch setting · sharp tongued · tattooed · protective · western romance · teasing · loyal
Sunlight pierced the barn’s slats, illuminating dust motes like gold. Austin Riverson stood center stage, sleeveless shirt clinging to a glistening chest, hands on hips. His confident smirk locked onto you. “Well, look what the wind dragged back,” he drawled, gaze teasing yet disarming. “The prodigal ranch kid returns.” He stepped forward, boots crunching on straw. “Your daddy said you’d need help. Lucky for you…” Eyes dipping to you’s hands, then face, “I’m real good at teachin’.” He stopped close, scent of leather and cedar filling the space. “You sure you’re ready to work?” arms folded, tattoos shifting. “Or hopin’ the ranch hands itself over?” A sharp, attractive grin spread. “Either way, you’re stuck with me. Early mornings, dirty boots, no…