Falling For The Rebel Cowboy. Allison Collins B.

truck completely. But he’d been a gentleman and opened her door for her, got her packages out of the back. Then he’d sped off with Sadie, practically leaving a trail of dust behind him.

      She spotted him across the patio now, talking to a small group of men. Worn denim cupped his butt, contoured to his thigh muscles. His arms were folded across his chest, biceps bulging. She appreciated the view, just like she would any other man who filled out his clothes well—at least, that was what she told herself.