Chapter THREE-CASEY

Okay.

Three seconds in the company of the stupid hot cowboy and I’m suddenly auditioning to be the next Marvel snark queen.

So, no, I wasn’t expecting Zeke to pick me up. And, yes, my foolish heart started pounding the second I spied him.

But where are these one-liners even coming from?

What the heck is wrong with me?

Sigh. Do I even need to answer that?

Let’s take stock.

I’m a chubby almost-doctor pretending to be a school nurse while hiding from my unhinged ex-boyfriend, who just so happens to be a literal gangster with mafia ties and a warped sense of ownership when it comes to me.

So, yeah. I’m in absolutely zero position to be swooning over the man who just pulled up in a growly black pickup like he walked straight out of my favorite enemies-to-lovers Pinterest board.

And yet.

There he is.

Zeke Gordon.

All six-foot-forever of glowering, brooding cowboy gorgeousness.

Still, just as unfairly hot as the night we danced.