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She braced herself for another onslaught of emotions. “Okay, ask me anything.”

“Any chance there’s some of those cookies you made this weekend left?”

She sat up, joy filling that empty place that had been inside her, then laughed as she whacked him with a pillow.

Chapter Twenty-Two

The flavors of chocolate and butterscotch blended on Leni’s tongue as Chevy fed her another bite, and she swore no cookie had never tasted so good.

They’d gotten dressed, just in case Lorna and the kids came home early, and she was sitting on the kitchen counter, the tall cowboy nestled between her legs as he stole kisses from her in between bites of cookie.

His mouth tasted like vanilla and sugar, and she wanted to kiss him forever.

Forever?

That thought caught her by surprise.

What did kissing Chevyforeverlook like?

It would mean staying in Woodland Hills. His family, the ranch, were here—there was no way he’d leave them.

But could she really come back here? For good?

She had a life in Washington, an apartment, three plants, her favorite Thai food takeout place.

And what about her job?

What about NASA?

Chevy’s brow furrowed as he looked at something out the window behind her. “Did you know you have a cow in your backyard?”

“What?” She whipped her head around, all thoughts of her rhododendron and chicken Pad Thai forgotten, to see a reddish-brown cow chewing its cud while standing in her sister’s flowerbed.

“Is it yours?”

“Lorna hasn’t even let Max get a dog yet. You think she’d have a pet cow?”

Chevy held up his hands. “Hey, this could be some newfangled hipster thing your sister is doing to save the environment by not using a lawn mower.”

She playfully punched him in the shoulder. “That’snotour cow. And I think my sister would take offense at being called a newfangled hipster.”

“She has a jar of that kombucha crap in her fridge, sells fancy seven-dollar coffee drinks, and has avocado toast on the menu in a coffee shop in the middle of the mountains.”

“Touche.” Leni let out a groan as the cow pulled up one of her sister’s gorgeous geraniums. “Not the geraniums,” she called out as she knocked on the window. “Lorna just planted those this summer. Why can’t it be eating the dandelions?”

“I love that your concern is more about which flowers it’s eating than over why you have a cow that doesn’t belong to you standing in your yard.”

“What should we do?”

“Figure out who it belongs to and take it back.”

“I solve complex problems in my job that can involve aerodynamic fluid flow or propulsion and combustion, but nothing in my skill set has prepared me to solve either of those options.”

He chuckled. “Then it’s a good thing your boyfriend is a cowboy who runs a cattle ranch. I consider myself fairly proficient in all things heifer related.”

She offered him a side-eye. “Are you includingmein that proficiency?”

He let loose a belly laugh as he lifted her off the counter and set her on her feet. “I wouldn’t dare.”

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