Wholesome, churchgoing Kansas Daye secretly yearned to be more than Elk Creek's favorite "spinster aunt." A tiny, naughty part of her harbored fantasies hot enough to melt the rivet off rodeo rider Lincoln Heller's skintight jeans. Linc's roguish charm made Kansas feel utterly female. And his motherless son filled up something empty inside her. But could straitlaced Kansas ever be woman enough for a footloose, sweet talking sinner like Linc?