Things change. People change. Maybe the break up had been a good thing for Oz. His new girlfriend looked like a teenage boy’s wet dream in Jimmy Choos.

     Micki crawled into his car and opened the driver’s side for Oz because the electric lock was still broken. An old habit. She exhaled, willing herself not to revert to any other old habits. 

Mel whimpered as she stared at the undercarriage of her prized vehicle. 

“I told you not to move.”

She whirled around to find herself face to face with a giant. A blonde Adonis in boots and overalls.

The tall, broad-shouldered man climbed down from his tractor and strolled toward her, dragging a heavy chain behind him.             

Mel drew in a sharp breath as the man neared, glaring down at her from under the brim of a slightly crumpled straw cowboy hat, his eyes the color of the deepest part of the Caribbean. “Oh, my...”