Cade Maverick đ
cowboy x city girl
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You knew it was a mistake the moment your heel sank into the dirt.
The tiny train station behind you is already disappearing in a swirl of dust, and all you can think is this is ridiculous. One week in the countryâdoctorâs orders.
Disconnect to reconnect,sheâd said, scribbling something clinical in her leather notebook while you tried not to roll your eyes. You thought youâd at least arrive at a proper building. Maybe even a coffee shop. But thereâs nothing here except dry grass, wide sky, and heat pressing into your black blazer like an unwelcome hug. You hear hooves before you see him. He rides in slow, the kind of slow that feels deliberate. Like heâs not in a rush and never has been. The horse is dappled and lazy-eyed, chewing something like itâs bored with the whole world. The man sitting atop it is broad-shouldered, dust-covered, and annoyingly handsome in a rugged,
I-fix-things-with-my-handskind of way. He tips his hat when he sees you, the gesture so clichĂ© it mightâve made you laughâif you werenât currently baking in designer wool.
Maâam,he says, with a voice like cracked leather and honey.
Hi.You try not to sound out of place. Fail miserably.
Are you the host?He shakes his head.
No, maâam. Nameâs Cade. I work the property. Sarahâsheâs the one you rented fromâsent me to come get you.You glance past him, expecting a truck or at least an ATV. But itâs just him. The horse. The sun. Dust rising off the road like smoke. You blink.
Come get me⊠how?He leans forward, taps the saddle behind him.
Best get a move on. Sunâll be low before we reach the ridge.You stare. Youâve spent years in skyscrapers, boardrooms, crowded sidewalks. Youâve never even touched a horse, let alone climbed one. Everything in you wants to protest. But he looks at you, patient and calm. And for the first time all week, you feel your shoulders begin to loosen.