I bet myself in a poker game—yeah, I know how that sounds. But I was desperate, and he was the only man at that table who scared me just a little. Maverick Quinn. The bad boy of the rodeo circuit. Gruff. Gorgeous. Dangerous. And then he won me. Only... he didn’t touch me. Not even a kiss. He said I needed saving—from myself. But now he’s offering me a job training his horse for the Olympics, and suddenly we’re living under the same roof, sharing the same space, breathing the same air. And Maverick? He’s temptation in a cowboy hat. Scarred. Brooding. Off-limits. He says he can’t love again. That his heart’s already buried with someone else. But the longer we’re together, the more I wonder... What if I’m the one who can bring him back to life? A bad boy cowboy. A virgin barrel racer. Forced proximity. Emotional angst. All the feels.