Friends-to-lovers is one of my favorite romance tropes, so is second chance and this story has both. Austin and Cal have been friends since childhood. As they grew into their teens, they both secretly wanted more but they never said it out loud. Austin met and fell in love with Lindsay but she died much too soon. He’s finally ready to move on and he wants a chance with Cal.

I love books with older MCs and Austin and Cal are now in their early 30’s. Both of them are afraid that if they become more than friends and it doesn’t work out then it will ruin their life-long friendship and neither wants to risk that. Things don’t go real smoothly once they decide to take a chance. Their first real date was plenty awkward but of course they manage to finally overcome that.

Once again, Amy Aislin’s richly descriptive writing made me want to visit all of the places she took us to in this story. I’m not a fan of cold weather but she still made me want to go to all of the places. 😊

While this is book two in the series it does stand completely alone. If you’ve read the first book, Home for a Cowboy, you’ll recognize some characters from that story but you won’t feel lost if you haven’t read it. It’s been over 4 years since Home for a Cowboy came out so I definitely didn’t remember everything about it. It’s a great book, though so I don’t hesitate to recommend it.

Road to a Cowboy doesn’t end on any kind of a cliffhanger but I hope we don’t have to wait too long for the last book in the trilogy. If Amy’s announced who it’s going to be about, I missed it but I hope it’s about Austin’s brother Ben.

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Austin’s heart did a sideways flip when Cal stopped next to him, his broad shoulders as intimidating as the Rockies to anyone who didn’t know him.

“Welcome back,” Cal said in a slow drawl that dragged along Austin’s senses. “How was Montana?”

“Beats me,” Austin said with a grin, keeping his eyes on the image on his camera’s display. “But Kootenai National Forest was gorgeous. You should see some of the shots I got. The night sky there is spectacular.”

“Doesn’t it look the same as everywhere else?”

Austin gave him the stink eye. “Don’t sass me, Calvin.”

Cal didn’t smile—his smiles were as rare as a sighting of Halley’s Comet—but his lips twitched.

“And no, it doesn’t look the same everywhere.”

“If you say so.” Cal looked off to the right. “What’s with the second camera?”

Austin jerked his gaze to where he’d set up an additional tripod several feet away. “That one’s recording so I can make a time-lapse video.”

Cal grunted.

His presence was nonintrusive as the sun sank and the stars began to emerge, yet Austin was always aware of him. He was as aware of Cal as he was of the location of the moon or the image in his camera’s viewfinder.

A few minutes later, shadows bathing the landscape, Austin began packing up his equipment under a sky quickly turning to dusk. The mountains had turned nearly invisible—when it got dark out here, it got dark—and Cal was almost a silhouette against the sky. Something about him standing silently with his hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans, gazing out into the distance, screamed of both contentment and loneliness, making Austin’s heart clench.

The first memory Austin had of Cal at Windsor Ranch was of him falling into a puddle near the corral on a rainy summer day when they’d been seven or eight. Now, as the foreman of that same ranch, Cal was basically running the place. The juxtaposition between kid-Cal, covered in rain and mud as he’d blinked up at Austin with big gray eyes as though wondering how he’d fallen into the puddle, and adult-Cal, tall, strong, coolly confident, and carrying the weight of the entire ranch on his shoulders, was sometimes jarring in that strange twist-of-fate kind of way.

Austin brought the camera up to his eyes, adjusted the settings, and snapped a photo, framing Cal in the right third of the shot while he gazed off to the left, making the viewer wonder what he was looking at. Austin would call it Cowboy Against the Night. He might even put it up for sale in his gallery instead of keeping it for himself.

Maybe.

Cal must’ve heard the shutter, because he turned with a raised eyebrow.

“Smile,” Austin said, aiming his camera at him again.

Cal did the exact opposite, making Austin laugh as he took the picture anyway.

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