When Sam Howard, CEO of Sam’s Smooth Sliding Ale, arrives in Wayback to advertise his product for the rodeo, bakery entrepreneur Daisy Porter goes on a crusade to tear down every poster in town. Can Daisy look past the businessman to the compassionate man underneath, or has the lock to her heart finally rusted shut? Sam is a patient man, who doesn’t force his way through the walls she’s placed up to guard her heart. With the threat of someone from her past shadowing her, can Daisy reclaim her self-confidence and strength to find happiness with Sam?
(108 pages) Spicy
She'd only taken a few steps forward when a black Porsche pulled up beside her. Sam Howard rolled down the passenger side window.
"Not lost, are you?" He winked.
Deciding she hated when he did that, Daisy held the cakes tighter in her hands and shook her head. She was less than a mile from the school. She'd make it just fine.
Sam spent an awful lot of his free time eating at her shop, pretending to be interested in her patrons when all he was doing was schmoozing for business. Daisy did all she could to ignore him.
"Nope, just out for a stroll." She took one step, then another.
His gaze moved back to her Corvette. "What's wrong with that little beauty of yours? Need me to take a look?"
Before Daisy could refuse, he turned off the ignition and stepped out of the Porsche. He was at her side in an instant, his expensive cologne playing havoc with her nerves.
With the ease of a man who knew what he was doing, Sam moved to the front of her car and popped the hood. Within five seconds his eyes met hers over the boxes in her arms. Daisy quickly lowered her gaze to the load she carried. Seeing her do so, Sam took the cakes from her.
As he'd removed them from her grasp, his fingertips brushed the backs of her hands.
The light contact sent an electric current through Daisy. "Hey, what do you think you're doing? I need those."
He set the cakes on the hood of the Porsche. "Your battery might be shot. Want me to jump you?"