Last Stand Saloon

Corey: Dawn’s been my best friend since high school, the one constant in my life, and the only woman I’ve ever been myself with. She’s also way out of my league, but I’ve realized over the last few weeks I love her. And while I don’t want to lose our friendship, no other woman will ever come close, and I’ll never be all in on a relationship while the what-if with Dawn hangs over my head. So I have to deal with the what-if.

Max: We have a code word at The Last Stand Saloon—Red Sonja—and the guys know to send up the alert on any six foot tall redhead that enters my bar. Only this time when they call it, I’m not expecting the woman who broke my heart to walk in eight months pregnant with divorce paperwork in hand. Yes, we had an arrangement that did not include forever, but I mean to change her mind.

Troy: I did a damn good job of falling into obscurity two years ago, so I can’t believe, of all the women to walk into the Last Stand Saloon, that it’s her. I don’t believe in coincidences, but I do believe in fate. And what could be more fated than the woman of my dreams walking into the one place outside of the rodeo circuit that has ever felt like home to me?

He’s an ex-military bouncer out on his night off. She’s a single mom letting loose for the first time in four years. Tonight was supposed to be a one-night thing, but can he get her to give him a lifetime instead?