got coffee in a great mug and the info I need. I’m good.”
“And cookies,” he reminded her. He set the little pack of Pine Ridge cookies on the table. “It’s like afternoon tea, ranch-style.”
“Way better,” she told him.
He went outside, conflicted.
She dressed upscale and talked hometown-friendly. Until she turned the drawl on to put him in his place.
He smiled, thinking of that, then stopped smiling because he was thinking of it. Thinking of her. That’s all he needed, to fall for another woman with big dreams of TV or stardom or anything that wasn’t down-home Idaho.
His phone buzzed a text from Justine. Can we talk? Soon? Because I can’t get my head around all this, Jace.
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