Page 4 of Cowboy Superstar

He glanced back at them before he pulled out onto the road. “Makes me a lucky man—that’s for sure.”

Something about how much he loved his hometown made Windsor the tiniest bit envious. There had been definite advantages to growing up in LA, and she couldn’t imagine living anywhere else, but she couldn’t say she loved the Hollywood Hills like Ephraim loved Thompson Falls.

“Oh, wow,” Windsor said as he drove through a quaint downtown area with the river running along it. “Utterly charming.”

“Told ya. Best place on earth.”

As they drove out of town, which was only a few blocks long, the scenery turned even more stunning. The river rushing between the forest-covered mountains was absolutely breathtaking.

It helped Windsor quickly understand why someone like Silas Bohannon had opted to leave the city. It was … incredible. Natural beauty was everywhere she looked, and unlike LA, there were no rooftops covering the hills. She wondered if that was why he’d taken the role. Being able to work in this kind of environment was a much bigger draw than she had realized.

It was at least fifteen or twenty minutes before they drove through a big wooden entrance made from two massive tree trunks and a gigantic beam spanning them. It literally looked like something out of a movie.

Great set choice, Windsor thought. For this period piece, she had wondered how they would keep it authentic, and so far, she was impressed.

They slowly made their way up a long driveway, with horses running free in a big meadow beside the river, and Windsor’s breath caught.

Absolutely stunning.

“Wow,” Lyric whispered.

“Best place on earth,” Ephraim repeated.

“I get it now,” Lyric replied, and there was no missing the awe in her tone.

“I’ll show you into the main house, Ms. Reed. Ms. Lyric, you’ll be in one of the cabins by the river.”

“Oh my goodness,” Windsor whispered as the enormous log ranch house came into view.

“Whoa,” Lyric said.

Massive log walls rose to giant beams, which supported soaring roof peaks, covered with aged copper. A circle driveway curved beneath a covered area with a twenty-foot-wide staircase leading to double glass doors that made the grand front entrance of her LA home look small by comparison.

As Windsor took it in, Ephraim slowed to a stop, and like they were already filming, a ruggedly handsome cowboy came down the stone stairway.

Windsor’s breath caught again when he reached the bottom, and piercing aqua eyes became visible beneath the brim of the cowboy hat.

Bo.

“Holy. Shit,” Lyric whispered. “He’s definitely perfect for this role. Casting win.”

“Welcome to Granite Point, ladies. Boss will help you out of the truck, Ms. Reed. Ms. Lyric, I’ll get you.”

Boss. Windsor’s mind went blank as Silas Bohannon opened the door.

“Hey, Win. Welcome to Montana. Hope you enjoyed your flight.”

CHAPTER 5

Windsor’s blue eyes were wide with shock as she stared at him. “Boss?” she said.

“You don’t have to call me that. Unless you want to, that is,” he replied. “It’s good to see you. It’s been a while.”

“Wait. I’m missing something.” Her gaze cut from him to the house and back to him as Eph opened the other truck cab door.

I’ve definitely missed her. God, she is gorgeous.

Windsor was one of the few actresses he knew who was always more beautiful in person than on-screen. There was something about being in her presence that amplified everything.