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Rancher: Cute, Hollywood.
Me: I try.
Rancher: Have fun baking today?
Smiling to myself, I consider pointing out that this is further evidence to support my stalking claim.
Me: I really did.
Rancher: Good. It’s been a day. You know, catching up on the work you made me stop doing yesterday because you’re a bad influence. But I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.
Me: I truly am. And also, I’m a fantastic influence. If you miss me, just say you miss me. . .
Bubbles appear, as if he’s typing. Then they disappear. Then reappear.
Finally, a message comes through.
Rancher: You were a better ranch hand than I expected. You still sore?
I debate with myself for a solid minute before replying.
Me: Only in one spot.
I think I’ve stunned him until I get his response.
Rancher: Without knowing where that spot is, I may need to come by and check on you when I finish up tonight.I’m thinking full body inspection.
I chew on my lip, trying to decide how to respond.
Me: I do have a fantastic homemade apple cake currently in my possession. If you’re a good boy, I might save you some.
Rancher: Fantastic is a bold claim. I may have to come taste it for myself.
My heart pounds in my chest.
Me: Are we still talking about cake?
Rancher: Do you want me to be talking about cake?
Me: You’re a mess, Wyatt Logan.
Rancher: I think I could be convinced to get very messy with you, Hollywood. It might be eight or so by the time I finish up and shower. That okay? Not too late?
Me: I think we’ve established that you and I have very different definitions of late.
Rancher: I’ll try to finish up as early as I can.
Some very dirty responses about where and when he’ll finish flit through my mind but I decide to behave myself. For now.
Me: See you tonight, rancher.
CHAPTER TWENTY
ivy
BY THE TIME THE SUN SETS, my vision is beginning to blur because I’ve been writing non-stop for hours. As my cabin darkens from the lack of natural light, I check my word count, vowing not to stop, even to turn on a lamp, unless I’m close to the halfway mark.
Almost there.
