Chapter 8

Iturn to glance over my shoulder, sad when I don’t see the woman from the coffee shop emerge to chase me down. I’d love to be chased down by that city girl. Shoot, she sure was something. I doubt she’ll come down to the ranch looking for a job dressed like that. Goth chicks and cowboys don’t often mix, but man wouldn’t it be something. Plus, I’m betting that little sporty BMW belongs to her. She’s certainly not the type to come looking for work on a ranch. It’s foolish to hope she does.

Still, a fool can’t help but hope. I hadn’t even caught her name, but I’d caught Georgia grinnin’ ear to ear behind the counter when I’d been talking to her. No doubt she knows her name. I’ll have to ask what she knows, if she’s sticking around town or just passing through.

And her cat! She’d been walking a cat on a leash! I ain’t ever seen some shit like that. In my opinion, anyone who can train a cat would be fine with horses. Horses aren’t nearly as difficult as the little beasts. I’ve spent years trying to befriend the barn cats only for them to turn their noses up at my offerings. Of course, they happily run to Levi, the big grumpy bastard. I still don’t know how he does it.

Christ, I’m not gonna be able to get that woman out of my head. I have half a mind to turn around and ask for her number, but when I glance at my watch, I swear. Dakota will kill me if I miss the time slot for the feed shipment. I’m already runnin’ behind. I glance behind me one more time, toward the coffee shop, and sigh. Maybe another time. I send up a prayer to whoever is listening that she comes looking for work on the ranch, no matter how farfetched of an idea that is.

Then I hop in my pickup truck, throw it in reverse, and head for the feed shipment.

Ranch work stops for nothin’, not even cute little city girls.