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“It’s August, for God’s sake,” a man said.

“Yes, but we are at a much higher elevation, so it does get chilly. We keep the fire going allnight,” Chip said.

“What about going to the bathroom?” a woman asked.

Ian chuckled. He knew that was coming. It never failed.

“You’ll go in the woods,” Ian said, and everyone turned to look at him. “There are no porta-potties out here.” He grinned when they laughed.

“Wonderful,” the woman said, making everyone laugh.

Ian saw Eden laughing and couldn’t get over how beautiful she truly was. She wore a red T-shirt, tight jeans, and a white straw cowboy hat. It suited her. He knew her boots were new, but he also saw that they were Beckett boots, and he knew she’d spent a good bit of money on them. They were not cheap, but you get what you pay for. Her feet would thank her.

He watched her dismount, and his eyes went to her ass as she swung her leg over the saddle. The jeans stretched tight over it. Damn.

“You do not need this,” he muttered.

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Eden led her horse to the posts, removed the saddle, set it on the ground, away from the horse, and untied the bedroll. She then walked toward the firepit and watched as everyone picked a spot. She sighed, and moved around the pit until she found a suitable spot then went about erecting the tent. She was on her knees trying to figure it out when a male voice spoke from behind her.

“Do you need some help?”

Eden glanced over her shoulder to see one of the guests standing behind her. She smiled.

“Not yet. I’m going to try to do this. But don’t be surprised if I shout for you,” she said.

“Well, just yell out Rusty, and I’ll be here.”

She stood. “Thank you, Rusty. I’m Eden Fairchild. It’s nice to meet you.” They shook hands, and he seemed to hang on to hers a little longer than necessary. He was a good-looking man, but he was a little too touchy feely for her.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Eden. How long are you here for?”

“A month. You?”

“I leave this coming Sunday. That’s my week. It’s been a blast.”

“We arrived Sunday.”

“We?”

“Yes, my best friend, Cammie and I.”

“I see. I came alone. I needed time away from the office.”

“What do you do?”

“Stockbroker. How about you?”

“Probate lawyer.”

Rusty laughed. “What are two white-collar workers doing out here?”

Eden grinned. “I know. Cammie talked me into it.”

“Yeah, a friend of mine suggested it. It’s been an experience for sure. Well, I’ll let you get back to it. Just holler if you need me.”

“Thank you. Have fun.” Eden smiled and watched him walk away.

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