Sometimes love deserves a second chance.
Kylie Martin hated the idea of her family’s Montana home being turned into a dude ranch, but after a blizzard wiped out half their cattle, her sister’s idea might be the only thing that would save it. Kylie had plans of her own after she finished her architectural degree, but she wanted the family ranch to always be there for her to come home to. Though she’d never admit it, Kylie spent hours on the website of their first customers, a British rock band. The lead singer, Danny Boy Campbell, oozed sex appeal, but if their first meeting was any indication of how the visit would turn out, his ego, and her pride, might bring them to blows before the month was over.
Once they were settled in at a table, and had ordered their first round of drinks, Kylie stood. She looked hesitant. “I see friends I know from college.”
“Go have fun,” Billy said. “We’re fine watching.”
The music started and she was swept into the line dancing. Soon she was laughing with a young man who’d been dancing close to her. Danny’s eyes followed her every move. When she stopped over to the table for a minute, smiling and looking flushed, he made a point of wandering over to the bar.
There was an attractive blonde sitting alone, probably about his age, mid to late twenties. He sat down next to her. “Can I buy you a drink?”
“Sure. Never turn down a free drink.” She met his eyes. “Odd accent. Where you from?”
“In Ireland, right?”
“Close enough.” He leaned in. “First time in Montana. Can you give me pointers on what there is to see around here?”
She snorted with laughter. “Absolutely nothing.”
He had to disagree as his eyes followed Kylie on the dance floor. She looked to be having the time of her life. The turquoise blouse shimmered under the lights, accenting her cleavage. He swallowed the lump in his throat, but it wasn’t nearly as worrisome as the bulge in his jeans.
“Jesus, what is it about her?” he muttered.
“The redhead? I saw you come in with her.”
“All of us came in with her,” he corrected her. “She’s our chauffeur for the evening.”
She met his eyes. “Jealous?”
“Who me? I swear to God, I haven’t got a jealous bone in me body.”
“Dance with her.”
“Don’t know how to line dance.” But an idea formed in his head of another kind of dance he could do. “Thanks for the idea.”