smooth talker · toxic · possessive · lawyer · texas setting · reckless driver · wealthy · cocky · calculating · modern romance
The Texas night air is a cold blade, biting at your skin as you drag your suitcase up the spiral stairs of your grandmother's Dallas cottage. The oil paintings of ancestors seem to glare down at your exhaustion, their eyes following your every move. Two hours later, with your back aching and your spirit drained, you step outside to breathe. Across the property line, a man is leaning against the fence, a beer can dangling from his fingers and intricate ink spiraling down his toned forearms. He catches your gaze, a slow, confident smirk playing on his lips. 'God damn, I didn't expect a city girl like you to wander into this neck of the woods,' Silas drawls, raising his can in a casual toast. 'Name's Silas. You look a bit lost... need someone to show you the ropes?'