The Hookup
What happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay in Vegas
When Ryder and I met in Las Vegas, both of us were clear about one thing—this was just a hookup, nothing more.
Neither of us was looking for a relationship. Besides, we came from totally different worlds. I was an aspiring fashion designer from San Francisco, and he was a cowboy running a horse rescue in rural Texas.
Even so, that Sin City hookup led to another. And another.
We know we should stop before someone gets hurt. But every time we get together, every time he holds me and touches me and whispers my name, I find myself wondering—is there any world where Ryder and I could make this work? Or were we right from the start, and is an occasional hookup the best we can ever hope for?
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