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Jaime waved in thanks.
“Do you want to leave a message?” the man called after him.
Yeah. Tell him I’m sorry.
Tell him I’d trade everything I own to give him back his career in the NHL.
But life didn’t work like that. So, instead, he said, “No, thanks. I’ll catch up with him later.”
Heading down 191 from the airstrip, Jaime was glad to be home. He didn’t like being away from his daughter. And also, he liked his life on the ranch with his family a whole hell of a lot.
He didn’t want to think about Grace or the way he’d left her, but it was for the best she’d gone home.
She’d been a test—and he’d failed in the worst way.
He’d fucked his friend’s fiancée.
Yeah, they’d broken up. But he’d brought her to the ranch to give her an escape. Time to come to terms with the end of a fifteen-year relationship.
Not to complicate her life by having sex with her in a hotel bathroom.Classy.
Or her cabin.Three times. He closed his eyes when he remembered spanking her ass.
But even while shame burned through him, his dick went hard at the memory of how wet she’d gotten. How her ass had pitched higher, and the frenzy of need in her eyes.
That woman was fire.
But she was living proof that he had to manage his environment. Without temptation, he did just fine.
That woman—she was a juicy, ripe apple he couldn’t resist.
When he’d left her, she was happy, sated. She’d been totally fine with a hookup. And if he’d walked out on that note, they’d have been cool. But instead, he’d gone cold. Like an asshole, he’d practically run back to his cabin.
But it’s okay. Everyone made mistakes, and this one didn’t seem to have any bad consequences. He would text her, apologize for being weird. He’d make it right. She deserved that.
And then, he’d get back on track.
Mid-morning, there wasn’t too much traffic. Calamity had two shoulder seasons between the flood of winter and summer tourists, and this—late June—was one of them. As he drove through town, though, he noticed a crowd had gathered right off the town square.
He could’ve sworn he saw a golf cart with the Dupree Ranch logo.
What the fuck?The crowd shifted, and he got a clearer view. It sure as hell was.
What’s our golf cart doing in town?
He pulled over, jerked the gearshift into Park, and got out. He didn’t listen to much pop music, but he recognized the Lorelei Calloway song. Wait, wasn’t Lorelei the artist-in-residence at the music festival this summer? He thought she might be.
And when the moon’s bright
There’s a party every night
So get up, get up, get up, get up
And dance, dance, dance, dance
He had no idea why the singer would have one of the ranch’s golf carts and wagons. They bred bulls, so it wasn’t like they needed the promotion, but maybe his parents had offered it as a favor to Brodie Bowie, who ran the festival at his Owl Hoot property.
Except…the crowd shifted again, and he sawGracesinging her heart out and… He had to wait until a couple moved away to see what she was doing.
