Sweet Like Whiskey - Emmy Sanders

The only thing worse than letting him in is the thought of letting him go.\n Jackson\n If there’s one thing I don’t need upsetting my quiet and comfortable routine in the small town of Darling, Montana, it’s newcomer Ash Alcott crash landing on my family’s ranch like some sort of blonde angel.\n I don’t need his flirting. Or his smile. I don’t need the way he makes me question whether or not I’m truly happy being alone at forty. I certainly don’t need to be giving him riding lessons or appreciating the meals he cooks for the ranch.\n The man is dangerous for my equilibrium. And he could up and leave at any given moment, tiring of this way of life. It’s happened before.\n No, I’m better off ignoring the way he looks at home in a new pair of boots and how my family and the ranchers all a