Landry
I’m back on the bronc circuit for one reason: the prize money that’ll keep the ranch from foreclosure and my six-year-old daughter Sadie out of her grandparents’ custody. The same ranch I bled dry fighting my wife’s cancer. Then Quinn Farley shows up—24, city-sharp, camera rolling for her documentary “The Comeback Rider.” She wins Sadie over in minutes and starts cracking the walls I’ve kept up for years.

Desperate, I offer her a deal: fake-marry me for the courts, get the raw footage you need. No feelings. No strings.

Except every morning she’s on my porch with coffee, every night Sadie begs for “Quinn stories,” and every brush of her hand sets me on fire. I’m falling hard—and terrified I’ll lose her the second she sees how broken I still am.

Quinn
I came for the story of a comeback legend, and to rebuild myself and my worth. I never expected to fall for the quiet, scarred cowboy or his little girl, and I certainly never expected him to look at me like I’m the first person in years who really sees him.

When Landry proposes a marriage of convenience to protect Sadie and the ranch, I say yes for the film… and maybe to see if the chemistry between us will last.

Fake vows turn real fast. Ranch chores become excuses to touch. Training sessions turn into foreplay. Nights in his bed burn hotter than any arena.

Until his buried secrets and my own scars explode right before his make-or-break ride, and I walk away thinking it was all just a convenient deal for him.

Was it?