I loved Montana.
I loved how much Neo enjoyed the land.
I loved going home and making dinner and not wondering who was going to show up unannounced.
I loved waking up and being free.
There was only one thing missing, and that was something I’d never really had.
A man who would share my world with me and make me happy.
Neo nudged my chin with his nose and I focused on him instead.
“Do you think Gentry would’ve liked it here?” I asked Neo.
Neo licked my lips, and I chose to think that meant that Neo thought he would.
I continued to drive until I got to the RV park that I’d be staying in for the foreseeable future.
I eyed the gate that I had to fit the massive rig I’d been driving through.
This entire trip had been a straight shot, no narrow turns or backing up necessary.
But now, not only did I see that I would have to back up my RV, but I also had to fit it through some tight turns and around some corners that I’d never had to navigate before.
I stopped to the right of the front office where it said “15 minute parking” on a bright white sign in bold black ink.
I pulled to a stop, only causing a minor jolt to my seat belt, threw the truck in park and got out.
I paused, wondering if I should take the keys, then took a look around.
We were in the middle of nowhere.
I eyed the beauty that surrounded me, taking in the picturesque mountain range to my left, the valley to my right, and all of the open space that was allotted to you in some very spacious RV spots.
There was no one in sight, so I chose to leave the truck running and the keys in the vehicle.
If it was stolen…well, I didn’t know what I would do.
I turned back and got the keys, locking the truck.
I had a hundred grand in cash in that truck.
I shouldn’t leave it unattended.
I turned back and got the duffel bag, just like I had every stop I’d made throughout the thirty-hour drive here.
Nothing like a long-haul road trip in the mountains, hours and hours away from anything you’ve ever known, driving a truck and an RV that you’ve never driven or pulled before.
To say that my brain was mentally exhausted would be an understatement.
A woman smiled when I arrived inside and she waved. “You must be Sage. I’m Ida Bell.”
I held out my hand. “Ida Bell, nice to meet you. Yes, I’m Sage.”
“Sage Ryan?” she confirmed.
I frowned.
