Cade Eaton is thirteen years older than me and barely looks my way. Until I get him in the hot tub one night for a game of truth or dare. Then all bets are off - and so are our clothes.He''s gruff, a little rough around the edges, and it turns out broad-shouldered ranchers with filthy mouths are this city girl''s kryptonite. So who am I to resist?But in our quiet moments together, he softens, and I start to realise his hardened exterior is just a façade. Someone once convinced him that his bestwasn''t good enough. Yet I''ve never felt more cherished than I do in his arms.My contract may say this arrangement is only for two months .But my heart says this is forever.