Название: Forever A Hero
Автор: Linda Miller Lael
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Вестерны
isbn: 9781474068659
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Wouldn’t even want to extinguish.
“Can you fit in a meeting tomorrow?” she asked.
“I can work it into my schedule,” Mace responded. “As long as it’s on horseback.”
Kelly swallowed. “Horseback?”
“That winemaker you were talking about convincing?” Mace said. “He’s three parts cowboy.”
A sweet, scary thrill raced through Kelly’s bloodstream at those words, and she bent her head, rummaging through her purse for the car keys—and a minute to collect herself, let the pink in her cheeks subside a little. “Then it’s settled,” she said when she managed to look at him again. He was still holding the car door, and starlight sparkled in his hair. “What time?”
“Whatever works for you.” It was an easy drawl, a gentle challenge.
“Afternoon,” Kelly decided. “I have some things to do in the morning.” Like buying a pair of boots and doing some stretches, so she wouldn’t have sore thighs when the ride was over.
“One o’clock?” Mace asked.
“One o’clock,” Kelly agreed.
He closed the door, then stepped back, lifting a hand in farewell as she started the engine and shifted into Drive. She made a three-point turn and headed down the long driveway.
She drove carefully through the deep and quiet country night, alert but oddly jumbled inside, too, full of contradictory emotions and wild thoughts.
She was crazy, thinking the things she was thinking.
She’d never felt so sane as she did right now.
She was falling in love.
She was determined not to fall in love.
She’d worked hard to build a life in LA, and she cherished her independence.
She was, as hard as it was to admit, lonely.
No matter what, she needed to make some changes; she knew that much, anyway.
What changes?
That was the question.
* * *
DINA CALLED THE next morning, while Kelly was finishing a light breakfast in the resort’s bistro, her laptop on the table beside her—usually a no-no, like watching TV during a meal. She answered with a cheerful, “Hello, Boss Lady.”
Dina cleared her throat. There was something tentative, even reluctant, in the sound. “So,” she began, after a deep and audible breath. “How’s everything? Any more near-disasters?”
Kelly might have been alarmed by what she heard—or sensed—in Dina’s voice, but that morning, with the glorious panorama of the Wyoming countryside beckoning from just beyond the restaurant windows, she was simply happy.
She smiled as Grace Carson waved, passing by the doorway. Waved back. “No more disasters, near or otherwise,” she replied. “As for the business aspect, Mace and I will be getting together again this afternoon.” No need to mention that the meeting room would be the wide-open spaces, and the chairs would be saddles. For some reason, she wanted that tidbit of information to belong to her and no one else. “I think we’re making progress.”
“Okay,” Dina said, drawing the word out.
Kelly tapped a few keys on the laptop, then closed it with a snap. “Dina, what’s going on?” she asked. “I can tell something’s up. What is it?”
Dina heaved a sigh. If Kelly’s job was high-pressure, Dina’s was doubly so. She had a board of directors to report to, dozens of employees to oversee, numbers to crunch.
Strangely, Kelly was briefly transported back to the peaceful vineyard where she’d walked with Mace and once again found herself wanting to be a part of the vines and the earth that nurtured them.
Dina’s reply brought her back with a mild jolt. “I’ve been offered a new job, Kelly,” she said. “In London.”
“Oh,” Kelly said, absorbing the news, struggling to grasp the implications. Obviously, from Dina’s tone and mood, there were some. “Are you taking it?”
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