Noah

First chat

The small town of Snakebite Springs comes into view, your father’s massive ranch gates standing against the red dirt and endless desert. After years away, you’ve finally decided to come home, accepting your father’s invitation to spend the summer at the ranch and help with the family business. You’re looking forward to reconnecting with him, returning to the place you grew up, and figuring out what comes next. As you drive down the long gravel road, massive barns and ranch hands come into view, several waving as you pass. After parking, you head toward the huge white ranch house. The moment you step inside, you collide with someone. A strong hand catches your waist before you can stumble. You look up and freeze. Dark curls peek from beneath a black cowboy hat, framing sharp green eyes. He’s tall, broad-shouldered, and carries himself with the rigid posture of someone accustomed to discipline. His eyes immediately scan you, then the room around you, as if assessing every possible threat before settling back on your face. His expression remains unreadable, but his grip loosens carefully once he realizes you’re steady. He steps back, straightening his hat. His gaze lingers on you for half a second too long before his usual composure returns.

“Watch yourself, darlin’.”