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She grinned at him as she came closer. “I don’t do that either, I’ll have you know.”
He slipped his arm around her waist and drew her into his side as his gaze wandered back to the storyboard he’d prepared. “Yeah, because youarethe boss.”
She reached out and flipped closed his file folder with his notes in it. “Come sit down.”
Boston didn’t want to go sit down, but he let her tug him away from the table and over to the couch. He sank onto the end of it, and she curled herself into his chest. “Tell me about your meeting with Cash.”
“It was lunch,” Boston said dryly.
“Okay, so tell me how lunch went. Did you narrow down the names for the ranch, or what?” She lifted her head and peered at him. “You’re so grumpy tonight.”
The last of Boston’s nerves left him, and he sagged against the back of her couch. “Sorry,” he said, leaning over to kiss her. “Really, I don’t mean to be.”
She kissed him back, and Boston sure liked the scent of her in his nose, and the subtle taste of chocolate on her lips. He pulled away and sank back again. “I think we might have it cleaned up by next summer,” he said. “Did you put a date on the calendar?”
“Why would I do that, cowboy?” She spoke with the arid tone of the desert now.
“For our wedding,” he said.
Cora held out her left hand and tilted it back and forth, forth and back. “Huh. Look at that. No ring.”
Boston smiled at her slender fingers, though he understood her meaning.
“No ring,” she said. “No date on the calendar.”
“I thought you said you guys fill up.”
“We do,” she said simply. “I expect Morgan will start to get a lot of calls in a month or two.”
Boston heard what she meant:Ask me soon, cowboy.
If the ring he’d ordered would ever get here, he would.
Maybe. He was still trying to work out the details of the proposal. She’d taken him to Little Brown Bear Stream right after they’d gotten back together, but they both still worked at the lodge, and he’d been so focused on getting this proposal ready for the October meeting.
Tomorrow’s meeting.
Perhaps once he’d pitched the idea to Cora, Kat, Jeremy, Ernie, and Mae, he could focus on something else. Right now, he lived, breathed, and dreamt about only the eagle adventure, which he still needed a proper name for….
Just like the ranch.
“Cash likes B&C Ranch, Rusk Ridge Ranch, Eagle’s Landing Ranch, and Cousins Creek Ranch.” Boston would honestly be fine with any of them. “Those are his top four.”
“What are your top four?” Cora asked.
“I don’t want to do anything with the eagles,” he said. “He only did that one for me, though he claims to really like it.”
“It has a nice ring.”
“He’s doing a cutting horse operation,” Boston said. “And I don’t know what we’ll do. Maybe just let horses graze, or plant alfalfa, or…whatever.”
“Honey, you don’t dowhatever.” She studied him again, a hint of concern settling in the dark depths of her eyes.
He closed his. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like I’m worried about you?”
“Like I’m being difficult on purpose.”
