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“Dear Lord,” she whispered. “Guide my feet and open my heart.” She wasn’t sure why she’d said the last part. She’d returned to Coral Canyon because she couldn’t ignore the pleadings of her heart.
She found Boston sitting at a desk and facing the windows to her right. He wore a big, black cowboy hat that made Cora’s heartbeat skip and dance around her body. A matching black shirt stretched across his shoulders, and he spun in his chair away from her as he smiled. He spoke on the phone, and Cora didn’t think there was any man sexier in the world.
An office cowboy?
Mm, yes. She liked what she saw.
She took a deep breath and stepped out into the room. Her heels didn’t click on this industrial carpet, but the way every eye came to her, it seemed like they did. Cora put a smile on her face, her eyes zipping around to the others in the room.
She nodded at a blonde woman, then one with a shiny auburn tint to her dark brown hair.
“…for sure,” Boston said as Cora approached his desk. “C’mon out this weekend, and I’ll show you the orchards. I think they’d be great.” He turned toward her, though she hadn’t made a noise. “I….”
His eyes dripped down to her cute shoes and rebounded to her face. “I have to go,” he said, and he hung up.
“Was that a client?” Cora asked, her voice set to High Flirt.
Boston’s face turned ruddy as he got to his feet. “Sort of.”
“Sort of?”
He opened the top drawer and pulled out his keys and wallet. “Ready?”
“I want to know what ‘sort of’ means.”
Boston looked at her out of the corner of his eye as he edged out from behind his desk. “Good thing it takes forty-five minutes to drive to town.” His mouth barely moved, and Cora got the impression he didn’t want to talk in front of everyone.
“Have fun,” the blonde woman said.
“Thanks, Julie.” He paused at her desk. “Have you met Cora?” He glanced over to her. “Cora, this is my other half here in the office. Julie Barnes.”
Julie rose and shook Cora’s hand. “It’s great to meet you.”
“You too.” Cora put a smile on her face, though she strongly disliked Boston saying Julie was his “other half.”
The woman’s phone chimed, and she swiped it up off her desk in less time than it took to breathe. “Yes, Calder got back to me in time.” She looked up, her blue eyes sparkling like pure sapphires. “Will you really bring us dinner?”
Boston chuckled and nodded. “I said I would.”
“He wants the sharp cheddar bake, with chicken.” She put her phone down. “You remember what I want?”
“Creamy Romano and parmesan,” he said. “With penne, not butterflies—which I hate. Why can’t you just order what’s on the menu?”
“They don’t mind swapping out the pasta.” Julie sank back into her chair. “So don’t be a baby about it.” She tossed a look to Cora and placed her fingers back on her keyboard.
“Call me a baby again, and see if I bring you and your husband dinner.”
Julie grinned at him, and Boston gestured to his desk. “I left the notes for the Pitt reunion on my desk, and I’m handling Adam and Joey this weekend.”
“Sounds good,” Julie said.
With that, Boston turned his gaze from his desk toward the door, and Cora moved in front of him. She hadn’t felt this buzzing energy walking into any of her other meetings, and she had no idea what to do with her feelings.
Calm down, she told herself as she pushed out into the June sunshine. A breath filled her lungs, and a sense of peace and rightness moved through her the moment she laid eyes on the jagged mountains to the west and that stretch of gorgeous blue sky above them.
“I do love these mountains,” she said.
“There’s no better place than Wyoming,” Boston said. “I’m over here.” He pointed to the left, and Cora adjusted her step to go that way. “Are you happy to be back?”
