My mother always gave the best advice. I just wish she had advised me to stay away from bull riders.

One in particular.

Connor Bennett is a walking red flag I could see coming from miles away, but I was a sucker for his rakish smile, his irresistible charm, and that world class behind always wrapped in a tight pair of Wranglers.

I told myself I'd learned my lesson when I woke up and discovered he ghosted me, leaving a note behind on the pillow where his head should have been. Unfortunately, that wasn't true.

High emotions and too much booze during a mutual friend's wedding lands me back in his bed, but this time I make sure I'm not the one left high and dry once the sun comes up.

Even though I can't stop thinking about him, I convince myself I've worked him out of my system. However, two pink lines a few weeks later make it impossible to pretend he doesn't exist.

We make an agreement. We'll co-parent once the baby is born, but nothing more.

There certainly won't be any more hanky panky.

But it turns out Connor has other ideas and wants to share more than just custody with me.

I'm trying so hard not to fall for that charm a second time, but my hormones are going crazy and he's doing and saying all the right things.

Despite all reason, I find myself wanting to get tangled up with him all over again. I just don't know if I should trust the bull rider not to trample all over my heart.