I know you’ve heard about me.
The middle Hayden brother, the one whose wife ran off.
I’m not the short-tempered new owner of the Hayden Cattle Company, like my big brother. I’m not the wild stallion with a mystery ax to grind, like my little brother.
I’m Warner Hayden. Single-father, second-in-command of my family’s ranching dynasty, and my steady, secure world is about to get rocked by America’s sweetheart.
I’d heard Tenley Roberts was coming to our small town to film her latest movie, I just didn't think she’d be driving a 1976 Bronco. So, no, I didn't know the identity of the beautiful stranger I helped on the side of the road, but I figured it out a few days later. And I haven't been the same since.
Tenley is unexpectedly funny, and complicated. I’m recently divorced, fearful of the way she makes my heart beat double-time, and gun-shy.
Despite all this, we’re too wrapped up in each other to care.
But then things with Tenley take an unforeseen turn, and everyone assumes I’ll take my licks the way I always have.
Not this time.
Maybe I am the nice, dependable brother.
But I’m also a Hayden, born and bred.
And this bull has horns.
Hayden Family, #2