Cowboy Blues. Delores Fossen

in addition to being a decent guy. Her exes hadn’t quite qualified for decent status, and as Carol Ann liked to say, Lindsay was a turd magnet. Lindsay had totally agreed with her.

      Until that kiss.

      “When you kissed me that night, it felt as if something clicked,” she confessed. She went closer to him. Probably too close. But she didn’t want him to miss any part of this. Besides, it was just nice being next to him, especially when she took in the scent of his soap and the leather from his boots. “In that moment, I realized I couldn’t settle for another turd.”

      In hindsight, she should have explained that better or at least given him a detail or two about the “turd” label. “Huh?” he asked. His forehead bunched up.

      She would have explained herself, probably would have also moved closer to test his off-limits comment, but there was a knock on the bunkhouse door. Lindsay frowned, but it wasn’t as deep as Nick’s, and while checking his watch, he went to the door.

      Lindsay checked the time 7:00 a.m. Early by some people’s standards, but their workday would start in about a half hour. Apparently, it was early enough for the boss, too, because their visitor was Dylan Granger.

      He stepped in, his gaze sweeping around the bunkhouse before it landed first on Nick, then her and then on Nick again. The corner of Dylan’s mouth lifted.