GIDDY-UP
LOVE BURNS SERIES BOOK FIVE
Riley has spent a lifetime playing it safe, then she meets Wade—a cowboy who makes her want to play with fire. Will she finally find her voice and ask for what she’s never dared to before, or will fear drive her to run once again?
Riley took growing up sheltered to a whole new level. She’d never so much as stepped out of Silver Valley. Now at thirty, she was taking the leap. In a new town. With a new job. And a new boss that made it hard to breathe, let alone use actual full sentences around. When hot cowboy, Wade Evans, flashed those dimples her way, she knew she was in trouble, she just had no idea how much.
Working seven days a week meant Wade didn’t have much time for a social life. Let alone a love life. Not that he didn’t want one. He did. Badly. So when Riley, the new maid, shows up, he doesn’t shy away from making his interest known after it’s made clear she feels it too. There’s only one problem though, she keeps running from him. And he has no idea why. Now he has to decide whether to cut his losses, or fight for the one woman he’s been waiting all his life for.
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Riley actually gulped. What on earth was Wade Evans doing here? Outside her staff-issued trailer, flashing those goddamn dimples at her and turning her mind to mush.
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Like it wasn’t mush before he showed up.
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Okay. Fine. So it was plenty mushy already. It had been ever since yesterday afternoon when she’d been strong-armed into attending Zach’s wedding. Zach was the oldest of the four Evans brothers. But he didn’t work on the ranch like the others. Wade did though. He also just so happened to be the second oldest brother and the man in charge around here. And Riley’s brand spanking new boss.
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Where the hell is Bella?
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That was a good question. Bella was the woman Riley had met yesterday and was responsible for the forementioned strong-arming. Where was she? She hadn’t signed up to be harassed by dimples.
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“Did you hear me, darlin’?” Wade drawled, this time tipping up his cream Stetson with one finger. “Bella’s running late, so you’re gonna have to make do with me as your escort.”
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Oh, she’d heard him alright. Hence the near catastrophic throb in her ears. This was the problem with social anxiety, how was she supposed to tell people she had it if her mouth was too dry to make sounds? It also didn’t help that Wade of all people stood there. Staring. It was difficult enough to talk to regular people, but put a six-foot two, hard-bodied, blue-eyed cowboy in front of her and there was a strong possibility she may never speak again.
“Riley?” he prompted.
Say something. Anything.
“B-But…”
For the love of God.
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This didn’t bode well for the rest of the day.
