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“Do you remember my name?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Logan Townson,” she said proudly.

“I’m impressed.” He grinned.

“Are you married?”

“No, ma’am. Are you?”

“Nope.”

“What’s wrong with the men you know?”

She laughed and he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“It’s not them, it’s me. I’m not interested in getting married.” She shrugged.

“I see.”

“Do you want to get married?”

“We barely know each other,” he teased but chuckled when she narrowed her eyes. “I’d like to one day.”

“What do you do?”

“I, uh, work on my father’s ranch now.”

“Now?”

“I just moved back to Clifton from Butte. I worked on a ranch there and decided to come back. Once my dad retires, I’ll take over.”

“So, you’re from Clifton?”

“Yes, born and raised. After high school, I left for college. Once I graduated, I didn’t know what I wanted to do.”

“Are you still figuring that out?”

“Not really. I always knew I’d inherit the ranch, but I wanted to add some studies to help out in that.” He shrugged.

“Dixie, I need you.” A woman with red hair smiled.

“I have to get back to work. Can’t piss off the boss.”

“No, that wouldn’t be a good idea.” When Dixie smiled and turned from him, he wrapped his fingers around her wrist, making her face him again. “I’d like to see you, Dixie.”

“You are seeing me,” she teased.

“Damn, I can see you’re not going to be easy.”

“That’s because I’mnoteasy.”

“I never thought you were, but you’re going to make this difficult, aren’t you?”

She leaned her arms on the bar, then touched his cheek, and he felt it all the way to his toes.

“I don’t think I will, this time. I’d like to see you too.”

Logan took her hand in his, kissed her palm, and smiled.

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