Gone Country by Kelly Fox

I kissed a man while drunk on mezcal. This is fine.
I’ve got a thriving dude ranch, a growing empire, and a son who keeps me grounded. Sure, my land manager and my ex-wife won’t stop nagging me about my busted knee, but I can handle a little pain.
What I can’t handle? This inconvenient attraction to my new male friend.
Skylar—who just left his sugar baby days behind—is launching a mobile orthopedic practice out here in the Texas Hill Country. I offered to help because I’m a good guy and a sharp businessman. Not because he’s gorgeous, funny, and the only person who can get me to admit my knee is an absolute disaster.
It gets a whole lot harder to lie to myself after I kiss him. That wasn’t just the mezcal talkin’, and I lose a little bit more of my grip on reality every time I think about it.
Now, I can’t stop wishing we’d gone further—and my “straight” identity is looking more questionable by the second.
I can manage multiple businesses, interfering employees, and the occasional runaway giraffe. But falling for a man might just be the thing that cracks my cowboy exterior.