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“I’d come down there and make Charlie regret it if it didn’t require twelve hours of travel to get to the lower forty-eight.”
Ohhh, that was just like Piers. As protective as a wolf of his pack and he fought like a junkyard dog if provoked. No blow was too low. She’d seen it herself on several occasions.
“While I don’t want any fight between you guys and Charlie, it makes me feel good that you still defend me. It’s been an ugly breakup. I’m feeling less than myself. Less than desirable too.”
She wasn’t about to tell them about how she caught her husband in bed with their secretary, or how stupid she felt at not noticing it taking place right under her nose.
Ash broke through that ugly memory. “Peachy, why don’t you come up to Alaska? Spend some time here. We’ll take care of you. We’re talking hot tubs, massages, wine and old movies.”
Her ears perked up at the old movies part. “Hey, I thought you guys always made fun of my choice in movies. Now you’re interested?”
“We didn’t say we’d watch them with you.” Ash’s dry response made her burst out laughing.
The sound, the feel of a genuine laugh on her lips, shocked her into silence.
“We mean it, Sylvee. Get on a plane. We’ll text you the address.”
Her mind spun. Could she just pick up and leave her clients? The answer to that was yes—Zoom meetings existed for a reason, and if anything needed handled in person, well…let Charlie deal with it.
It would be good to see Ash and Piers. Having people around her who knew her so well might help restore a small portion of herself that she lost.
Plus, she could use a change of scenery, and her friends were hot as hell. From the photos they’d sent over the years, time had only made them hotter.
Tingles swept through her at the thought of both men she’d crushed on at different times in high school. Then she crushed on both at the same time…before Charlie started showing the most interest in her and everything changed.
She’d been dead wrong about Charlie. He wasn’t the best of her three buddies. The anger that he continued to resurrect in her each time they sat down to negotiate bubbled like a geyser of lava.
Not only had the asshole cheated on her—with their secretary—but he couldn’t even give her a baby. They tried for a while. After a bunch of medical intervention, they’d determined he couldn’t father kids. When she suggested they use a sperm bank or adopt, he flipped out.
And all she ever wanted was a family.
Now her biological clock was thundering. Loudly. When it came to fertility, whoever said forty-five was the new twenty-five was an idiot. She wanted to be a younger mom. She just needed a donor.
She stared at the phone on her desk. Her friends were still on the line. Nobody spoke, but her mind latched on to an idea.
One of them could give her a child.
But which would she choose? Both would make a beautiful child. Both were dark-haired like she was. Ash’s rugged good looks rivaled Piers’s more god-like features. Piers’s vivid blue eyes were two bottomless pools. Ash’s were as black as coal, so dark that she had to search to make out his pupils.
No, no, no. She’d been sitting in this toxic office environment for far too long. She could never ask them to donate sperm.
But she’d take them up on the visit.
“I could use a getaway.”
“Great! We’ll text you the address. You book the flight.”
Butterflies of excitement hatched in her stomach. “Okay! I’ll let you know when I’m coming.”
As soon as she said her farewells, she received the text he promised. When she entered the address into her computer, she gaped at the website that popped up.
The Boot Knockers Ranch. Let the Boot Knockers fulfill your wildest fantasies.
Her fingers trembled all the way through the application process and even more when she texted her friends.
I just applied to the ranch. I’ll be there in two weeks.
Chapter Two
