I was just out riding my horse, minding my damn business, when the truck rolled up the dirt road, kicking up half the county in dust. Then I saw her. Five suitcases, high heels sinking into the gravel, a dress that cost more than my barn — standing there like she'd stepped out of a magazine and into the wrong life.
I pulled my reins, stared, and muttered Darlin’, you sure you didn’t take a wrong turn at Beverly Hills?
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