I started a new life in Montana and was fully prepared to leave closed doors shut, but something unexpected happened. I escorted Sydney out to Three Forks for a concert with a couple of my brothers, and there he was-the man I thought I was going to marry.
Asher. He was my first love, and man I loved him religiously. I thought we were going to ride off into the sunset together . . . but life had other plans.
I never thought I'd see Asher a couple of weeks later at the clubhouse, getting ready to collaborate with Sydney.
Our romance was dead, or at least it's what I thought. It was dead until the moment Asher reminded me I'd always promise to be there for him.
