An Angel for the Cowboy

I never signed up for a wife.
But when Anita shows up on my ranch—curvy, hopeful, too damn beautiful for her own good—holding a contract with my signature on it, my whole world cracks open.
I should’ve sent her away.
Should’ve protected myself, protected my daughter, protected the last pieces of my heart I haven’t already buried.
Instead, I watched her fall into our lives like she belonged here.
Fixing what’s broken.
Healing what hurts.
Lighting up rooms I’ve kept dark for twelve long years.
I’m a fool to want her. A bigger fool to touch her.
Because men like me don’t get soft Christmas miracles.
And angels like her don’t stay.