Mag-log inMia didn't choose this life. Dropped into a world of dust, horses, and hard edges, she's just trying to keep her head down and survive it. Lane was built for it. Rough, controlled, and impossible to ignore, he lives for the ride-bulls, danger, and the kind of reputation that keeps people at a distance. But distance doesn't last forever. not when Mia starts finding her place among the animals... Not when Lane starts watching her more than he should... And not when the tension between them turns into something neither of them can outrun. In a world where falling hurts and trust comes slow, Mia and Lane are about to learn that some risks aren't just taken in the arena.
view moreThe ride back was quieter. Not the sharp, irritated silence from before-but something heavier. Thicker.Mia sat with her elbow resting against the window, eyes fixed on the passing fields, though she wasn’t really seeing them.She could still feel it.The moment.The way he’d stepped closer.The way his voice had dropped.The way her heart had… reacted.It annoyed her. More than anything else so far, it annoyed her.“You’re thinking too loud.”Mia blinked, turning her head. “Excuse me?”Lane kept his eyes on the road. “You do this thing-where you go quiet, but your face says everything anyway.”She frowned. “My face does not-,”“It does.”Mia crossed her arms. “And what exactly is it saying right now?” “That you’re confused.” Her stomach tightened. “I’m not confused.”He glanced at her briefly, one brow lifting like he didn’t believe her for a second. “Sure.”Mia turned back to the window. “You don’t know me.”“Didn’t say I did.”“Then stop acting like you do.”The Ute slowed slig
Mia should've known Cindy wouldn't let things stay tense for long."You can't sit inside all day," she'd said that morning, hands on her hips, smile sweet but completely unmovable. "Lane needs to check the south fence line, and you're going with him."Mia blinked. "I'm... what?""It'll be good for you," Cindy added. "Fresh air. And Lane could use the company."From the doorway, Lane let out a quiet huff."Pretty sure I'll survive on my own. Ma."Cindy shot him a look. "You'll take her."Lane's jaw tightened slightly. "Mum-,""You'll take her," she repeated, softer this time, but somehow more final.Silence.Then Lane pushed off the wall. "Fine."Mia crossed her arms. "I didn't agree to this."Cindy smiled. "You don't have to agree. Just be ready in five."And just like that-Mia found herself standing outside beside his Ute, wondering how her life had taken such a sharp, unfortunate turn."This is unbelievable," she muttered.Lane opened the driver's door. "You getting in or what?"Sh
Mia didn't unpack right away.She told herself it was because she was tired. Because the drive had been long, the air too hot, the entire situation too irritating to deal with.But really?It was because unpacking meant staying.And Mia Carter wasn't ready to admit that yet.She sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her suitcase like it had personally betrayed her. The room Cindy had set up was... nice. Soft white bedding, a wooden dresser, little touches like a vase of fresh flowers by the window.It should've felt welcoming.Instead, it felt temporary.Like a hotel she hadn't chosen.A soft knock broke her thoughts."Mia, sweetheart?" Cindy's voice came through the door. "Dinner's almost ready."Mia stood, smoothing her hands over her outfit out of habit. "I'll be there in a minute.""Take your time!"Mia waited until Cindy's footsteps faded before glancing at herself in the mirror.Still her.Still city.Still completely out of place."Great," she muttered, grabbing her phone—stil
Mia Carter didn't do dirt road.Or Silence.Or places where the nearest coffee shop wasn't within walking distance. Yet here she was, gripping the edge of her seat as her mum's car rattled over another bump, dust swirling behind them like a warning she should've listened to."This is ridiculous," Mia muttered, staring out the window at the endless stretch of dry paddocks and wire fences. "People actually choose to live out here?"Her mum, Claire, shot her a look from the driver's seat. "People like Cindy. My best friend, remember? The one who is letting you stay with her.""Correction," Mia said, crossing her arms. "The one I'm being forced to stay with."Claire sighed, like she'd already had this argument a hundred times, which, to be fair, she had. "It's not forever, Mia. Just a few months. You need a break from the city, from your... Choices lately."Mia turned her head sharply. "My choices?""Yes," Claire said, her tone tightening. "Skipping classes. They're partying. The attitude


















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