Montana stood on the back porch of Boone's ranch house, looking out at the peaceful scene stretching to the horizon. Over the past week, he'd taken her to dinner three times. The sexual tension between them was so incendiary, she thought she might have to ask him to get the fire department to put it out. At the end of each date, he'd taken her home and left her with a kiss that scorched her right down to her toes.

"I think we have something going here," he'd told her when he ...