Rocky Road Home by Stephanie Berget

That wasn’t a cowboy!
So why was she still checking him out?
The rumble of the Harley drowned out the radio in her truck. George Straight sang about Amarillo and she just stared. The light seemed to stay red forever, or maybe time had stopped.
Why didn’t the pony tail and leather jacket bother her?
Maybe it was the cheekbones?
He turned his head. The chiseled chin pointed right at her and paused. Sissy flashed her best smile, wondered if her hair was a mess, and without even knowing why, switched on flirt mode. It was a mindset she stepped into when she wanted to make the cowboys fall in love with her.
Nothing!
He didn’t nod. He didn’t speak. She wondered if he winked but couldn’t tell behind his sunglasses.
The light turned green and the thundering horses of his hog took him away. Even though he’d gone, she remained in the moment.
She didn’t hit the gas.
She just kept thinking to herself, who was that man? And why would she care?
She liked cowboys. He was definitely not her type.
A car honked. And time started again, but would she ever be the same?
Her story would soon begin in a way she never imagined possible.