Clint Broyhill is out for a good time at the Lazy K Bar. All he wants is to relax and have a few cold ones, but when he arrives, there's a cowgirl in distress with a flat tire.
Being the gentleman he is, he offers to change her tire, but doesn't expect to lose his heart in the process to the hottest little cowgirl he's ever met.
Later that evening, with the band playing a slow song, he held Mist in his arms. She snuggled up to him, and his arms tightened around her. He didn't know what the future held, but he wanted Mist in his arms forever. In just a short time, she had wedged herself into his heart, and he wasn't going to let her go.
"Do you believe in love at first site?" he whispered in her ear.
"I never did, but I'm beginning to believe it now," she whispered back.
Clint pulled her closer, lifted his head, and gazed into her deep blue eyes. "You're cowgirl hot, and I don't want this fire to ever go out. I can't believe that I came here just to relax and have a few cold ones only to end up meeting you. I'm a hard-working cowboy and usually don't have time to go out much. Maybe fate or destiny has played a role in us meeting one another. What do you think?" He slipped his arm around her waist and led her to his table as the song ended.