Rancher Breeds His Runaway

The rain hammered down in silver sheets across the empty Montana highway, turning the asphalt into a black mirror. Colton McRae’s truck headlights cut through the downpour and caught a small, drenched figure walking along the shoulder with her thumb out. He slowed, squinting through the wiper blades.

She couldn’t have been more than nineteen. Soaked denim shorts clung to the firm curve of her ass like a second skin. A thin white tank top was plastered to her breasts, the cold making her nipples stand out in sharp relief. Long dark hair hung in wet ropes down her back. When she turned toward the truck, wide green eyes met his through the glass and something electric cracked between them.

Colton pulled over, the big diesel rumbling to a stop. He leaned across the bench seat and pushed the passenger door open.

“Get in before you drown, darlin’.”

The girl didn’t hesitate. She climbed up, bringing the scent of rain, cheap strawberry shampoo, and warm young female with her. Water dripped from her chin onto her thighs as she shut the door.

“Thank you,” she said, voice soft but steady. “I’m Lila.”