Page 11 of Her Cowboy Christmas
“It’s not a problem.”
We carry everything back out to his truck, and I try to hide my curiosity as we pull up to his place.
The ranch seems to stretch on for miles.The fields are covered in snow, and with the red barn, this place looks like an idyllic Christmas card.
“I’ll have to cut the wood outside, but we can work in the garage or inside.”
“Wherever you think is best,” I say, admiring the scenery as I climb out.
Cole smiles.“Want the tour?”
“I—oh, you don’t have to do that.”
“Come on.”
He takes my hand, and we walk down the road to the barn.
“All the horses are in the back field right now,” he says, leading me inside and pointing toward a fenced-off field with a few horses milling about.
“Is that all you have here?”
He shakes his head.“I also have chickens.They’re over that way.”He points to another fenced-off area with a chicken coop.“They’re inside.Too cold for them today.”
He tugs on my hand, leading me further into the barn.“Do you ride?”
“Horses?”
He chuckles.“Yeah.”
“No, never.”
“Do you like horses?Or animals?”
“Sure.I just… don’t have any experience with them.”
“We’ll have to change that.”
He shows me around the barn, and we walk back to the truck to get to work.
“Come on, we’ll set up in the kitchen.”
I follow Cole into the house, trying not to be obvious about my interest as I look around.His place screams bachelor pad.It’s practically empty, with a giant flat-screen TV and a leather couch.
“Where’s all your stuff?”I ask.
He frowns.“What stuff?”
“Like… stuff.Rugs, pillows, end tables, pictures.That kind of stuff.”
“I don’t have any of that.”
“Oh.”
He sets the wood down on the kitchen table.“Is that a problem?”
“No.”
“Blair?”
