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“I might’ve been able to stay with my grandparents, but that’s a whole thing too.”
“Yeah,” Boston said, because he’d been pulled in many and varied directions throughout his life too, and Cash sounded so tired. “I love you, brother. Thanks for listening to me freak out.”
Cash chuckled. “I like it.”
Boston ducked his head and studied the carpet under his boots. “You can do the same to me, you know. No judgment here. No eyes on you.”
“I know,” Cash said. “And I will. Just not right now.”
“Okay.” Boston nodded. His phone buzzed, and he added, “I have to go. One of my alarms is going off, and I don’t even know what it’s for.” Pure exhaustion filled him, though today’s trail ride with the Silver’s had gone exceptionally well.
Cash chuckled again. “Yep. I’ll talk to you soon.”
The call ended, and Boston sighed as he lowered the phone. “Help him, Lord,” he prayed. “I don’t know what he has going on, but Cash is a good man. Surely You would bless him with what he needs to be happy.”
As Boston finished up, he had the distinct feeling that he deserved the Lord’s blessings too. He once again bowed his head and let the tingling feeling of the spirit rush across his skin and down his spine.
Yes, the Lord wanted him to be happy too. Perhaps He’d put Boston in Cora’s path on purpose. Perhaps he wouldn’t lose his job by buddying up to her and educating her on everything that happened here at Silver Sage.
His phone buzzed again, and pure irritation shot through him. He lifted his device, ready to throw it through the window.
Then he saw the start of the text that had just come in.Hey, cowboy. It’s Cora, and I?—
He sucked in a breath, the image of her in those jeans and tank top, her dark hair pulled back into a ponytail that swung as she rode filling his mind.
He suddenly couldn’t swipe on his phone fast enough.
Hey, cowboy. It’s Cora, and I was just wondering what your schedule is tomorrow? I have a morning meeting with the kitchen staff at the resort, and then I’ve heard there’s a new mac and cheese place in town that I’m dying to try.
Boston’s mouth watered, and he wasn’t sure if it was because she’d mentioned his favorite food, or that he was reading a text from the prettiest woman he’d met in years.
No matter what, he wanted to say yes, but she hadn’t actually asked him for a time to meet.
My schedule is
Because if you can spare a couple of hours in the middle of the day, I’d love to treat you to lunch so I can pick your brain about all things Silver Sage.
The wind in his sails deflated a little bit, and Boston scoffed as his thumbs hovered over the screen. “Of course she’s not going to ask you out,” he muttered to himself. He didn’t want Cora to do that anyway.
If one of them was going to make the first move, Boston would like it to be him.
“But what’s my move here?” He set his phone on the coffee table in front of him and looked out his front window. He’d been in a slight state of panic since last night, when he’d found out he had to take the Silvers out on today’s trail ride.
He closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath, trying to center himself enough to think rationally. He’d already called Cash and freaked out. He didn’t need to do that here.
Check your schedule.
His eyes popped open, and he picked up his phone again. The lodge and resort kept two separate calendars, and his boss kept one for events as well as one for his office schedule. The Outdoor Excursion Manager, Ernie, kept a fourth schedule, but Boston already knew he’d be out this weekend with a hunting group and that next week, he had three days to go out to Ramsfire Ridge, his favorite birdwatching spot in the whole of Wyoming.
Just the thought of seeing the golden and bald eagles he’d come to know in the past few years since discovering his love of hiking, camping, and birdwatching calmed him even further.
When he’d first gotten the job offer here at Silver Sage, he’d been thrilled to learn that they owned a small patch of land that butted up against the public land where he’d found peace among the wildlife. He’d proposed a birdwatching-slash-camping trip, especially after he’d learned the Silvers had an off-grid cabin up there.
Jeremy had given him the go-ahead to develop the program, something Boston was still working on, as it snowed a lot in Wyoming, and he’d only been able to go out twice so far.
“That’s next week,” he said to himself. “You’re supposed to be in the office tomorrow morning.” And then he usually got an assignment in the lodge or around the grounds somewhere.
Surely if he had an “appointment” with Cora, Ernie couldn’t contest it.
