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“That’s fine.”

The door opened and a bunch of women walked in together. They all smiled at Savannah and Maggie.

“If you ladies have any questions, please don’t hesitate toask.”

“We will. I could spend hours here. I love antiques,” one of the women said.

“Feel free to wander around.” Savannah smiled at the woman.

Maggie said to the women. “There’s a room in the back filled with dollhouses.”

The women made their way back to the room. Savannah and Maggie laughed when they heard the women talking about how beautiful they were. Then Savannah looked at Maggie.

“I’m happy I hired you. We open at eight and close at five. Monday through Saturday. The shop is open six days a week. You would get Sundays and another day off, except for Mondays. It’s an extremely busy day. Oh, and we close an hour for lunch.”

“Sounds great. I’m very anxious to get started.”

“I’m so happy you came in. I’ll remove the sign.”

“I don’t suppose the apartment is furnished, is it?”

“Just the appliances.”

“Okay. Well, I will let you get back to work. Do you know of a furniture store?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t. I’ve only been here a year and still haven’t explored the town. The townhouse was furnished.”

“Alright.”

“I bet Connie at the diner would know.”

“I’ve met her, so I’ll ask. It’s almost eleven-thirty, so I’ll get lunch and talk to her.” Maggie shook Savannah’s hand again. “I’ll see you soon.”

With a wave, Maggie opened the door and left the store. Savannah walked toward the window, removed the sign, then put it in a drawer. Just in case, but she had a good feeling about Magdalena Lancaster.

After she got home, she let Bentley out, then fed and watered him. Then she climbed the stairs, entered her bedroom, and puta T-shirt and lounge pants on. She was happy about Maggie taking the apartment. Savannah hadn’t heard from Grady, but she knew he was busy.

“Who wouldn’t be busy on a ranch that size?” she murmured as she looked into the freezer to find something to eat. She should have stopped at the diner. “Too late now.”

She removed a fish dinner, read the instructions, then placed the container in the microwave and hit start. She let Bentley back in and he ran to his dish to drink.

Once her dinner was done, she removed it, set it on a plate, then walked toward the living room. She sat on the sofa and Bentley jumped up beside her, curling into a ball and sighing.

“You had a rough day too, huh?” She smiled as she stroked his soft fur. “I wish I could take you with me when I go to work. I know you have to get bored. I’m too busy to get bored at this time of the year.”

She watched a movie while she ate and couldn’t stop thinking about Grady. That man wasn’t lacking anywhere, and he knew how to use everything he had to make a woman feel sexy. Kirk never took the time Grady did. Kirk only cared about himself. Good luck to the next Mrs. Collins.

Chapter Six

After a long, exhausting day, Grady finally arrived home in the darkness. He took off his hat and hung it on a peg, then sat down to take off his boots and place them under the bench. He leaned back in his seat, put his head against the wall, closed his eyes, and tried not to fall asleep.

His stomach growled, but he was too worn out to eat. Plus, he still needed to call Savannah. He meant to do it earlier, but the day had gotten away from him. Once he finished eating, he would give her a call. But first, he desperately needed a shower.

Grady stripped off his clothes and tossed them into the clothes hamper in the laundry room before heading toward his bedroom. As soon as he entered the bathroom, he turned on the water and steam filled the room. Stepping into the shower stall, he let out a groan as the hot water hit his tired muscles. He grabbed the shampoo and lathered up his hair, then rinsed it off before grabbing some soap and scrubbing his body clean. Resting his hands against the wall under the spray, he knew he should hurry up and finish but all he wanted to do was stay there forever.

Eventually, Grady forced himself out of the shower, dried himself off, and stepped onto the bathmat. He walked over to the sink and wiped away the steam from the mirror before beginning to shave.

“Damn, you look like hell,” he muttered at his reflection once he finished shaving. He wiped off any excess shaving cream and headed back into his bedroom. Pulling out a pair of sweatpants from a drawer and a T-shirt, he quickly got dressed before heading back to the kitchen for some much-needed food.

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