I was a self-appointed bachelor and happy to have the title. Everyone thought it was time for me to settle down and find a nice girl. Well, no thank you. This cowboy wanted to stay clear of relationships. I wanted the freedom that came with no strings.

But what did I know? Nothing apparently.

Everything changed when I looked into her green eyes; my world tilted when she smiled at me.
What was this feeling?

Whatever was happening had me losing my damn mind. I fumbled with my words. My body wasn't my own. I wanted her . . . desperately.

Was I ready to give up my bachelor days, or was this Irish girl simply an itch I needed scratched?