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“You’re the total package. I don’t know how I’m ever going to leave.”

There was no fear in her eyes, and Bo took that as the best sign he’d seen yet.

“That part’s easy,” he replied. She looked confused until he added, “You just don’t.”

CHAPTER 21

After a workout, shower, and another small meal, Windsor stood beside Bo on the steps of the ranch house as a line of vans and trucks drove up the driveway.

“Here comes the cavalry,” he said.

“Should I be here? With you? Will it be too obvious?”

His aqua blue gaze locked on her face. “Too obvious that you’re sleeping in my bed and not alone?”

“Yeah. That. People will talk.”

He threaded his fingers through hers. “Then let them talk. I’m not planning on hiding anything, unless you really insist. Why not just begin as we mean to go on?”

Windsor worried her lower lip, knowing it was a huge decision. Or is it?

“If I were just … going with the flow”—she let out a pent-up breath—“I’d just … let things be how they are.”

“And how are they?”

“I’m sleeping in your bed and not alone, and while it may be temporary … a big part of me would be easily convinced that it sounds like a great long-term plan as well.”

“Sounds good to me.”

“People can draw their own conclusions.”

“They’re going to anyway.”

What had felt big, scary, and hard suddenly became very simple to Windsor. “I hadn’t thought of it like that.”

“You can’t control the river.”

“So, we go with the flow.”

He tugged her hand. “Come on. They’re going to the bunkhouse. Let’s welcome them to Granite Point.”

Together. She heard the unspoken last word.

Because that was what they were doing, and they were doing it together.

Bo thought Windsor was adjusting rapidly and ideally to the conditions. He hadn’t known what to expect, so he hadn’t expected anything. But this—walking hand in hand with her toward the line of vehicles holding everything and everyone else it would take to make this film—was beyond anything he might have guessed.

As soon as they parked, doors flew open, and people poured out.

Out of one black truck, he recognized Butch and Sylvia, and climbing out of another was Mitch Stark, director extraordinaire.

As everyone stretched from the two-hour drive from the Missoula airport, Bo yelled, “Welcome to Montana, y’all. Hope you love it here.”

Sylvia spun toward his voice. He saw when she instantly clocked him and Windsor holding hands, but said nothing. Instead, she elbowed her husband, Butch Connolly, who was playing the ranch foreman. He and Butch had made a fighter film together several years back, with Butch as his cornerman.

“Hey, bro. Good to see you. Shit, man, Montana looks good on you.” He looked at Sylvia. “Told you he was gonna be the perfect cowboy after kicking the city life.”

Bo let Windsor’s hand go to hug his buddy. “Good to see you. How’s life?”