Caleb by Celeste Jones

I just want someone to love me for myself.
When a beautiful newcomer arrives in town and assumes I’m a poor cowboy, I don’t tell her otherwise. It’s not really a lie, is it? Besides, it’s nice to have someone like me for me. Not my family name.
When we’re together, nothing else matters except the way I feel when she’s in my arms. Or bed.
I know I need to ‘fess up, but when I’m with her, I don’t always think rationally.
But she’s got a secret too. Turns out, I’m not the only one who hasn’t been entirely honest about my background.