Son? Wayne Johnson? This guy can’t be serious. What the actual fuck have I walked into tonight? He’s really using his daughter as collateral for this bankrupt arena, and not only that, he’s got Wayne fucking Johnson thinking about it too? Wayne owns a ranch down south, and he’s got a reputation for passing his women around for all his ranch-hands to use. The guys that work for him always brag about it at rodeos and get excited when he brings a bunny home. I can’t imagine what they’d do to a virgin if what he’s saying about his daughter is true.

“Mr. Walker—” I start, but he cuts me off.

“Come over here, Tracy, and meet Bronco,” he says to the person behind me.

Chapter Three

Tracy

I can hear my father’s voice, but I can’t see him. Not with the giant man standing in front of him. All I can see is a tight black shirt that shows off how in shape this stranger is. His faded jeans mold tight to his butt, and I can see his boots have put in some work. His clothes aren’t showy, so they’re probably tight because that’s all that fits.

I think my ears might have deceived me as I stare at the broad back. I’m dead on my feet at this point, so it’s either a dream or I’m hallucinating. No way this is Bronco. Like The Bronco. He’s big enough to be him. Hell, he might be too big. In all the pictures and footage I’ve seen of Bronco, he’s always been a big man, but this is a whole new level. I thought the camera added ten pounds of fat. Not twenty pounds of muscle.

Still, this might all be happening in my head. I’d barely made it to my trailer, and my father was texting me to get my ass back here. He hadn’t given a reason but made it sound urgent. I thought maybe something was wrong with the count for the night.

The giant man starts to turn, and when I finally see his face, I know it’s really Bronco. My stomach drops as my heart races. Every part of me reacts to the sight of him. His dark eyes lock with mine, and my breath catches in my throat. Holy cow. He’s even more ruggedly handsome in person. Is that possible!?

We both stand there for a long moment just staring at each other. That is until my father snaps at me because I haven’t done what he told me to do.

“Come meet him.” Bronco has shifted to the side so I can now see my father. The cowboy glares at him, and whatever expression is on Bronco’s face has my father taking a step back.

“Tracy?” Bronco says as his attention shifts back toward me. For the first time in my life, my name actually sounds sexy. The way it rolls off his tongue with a rough twang makes my legs weak.