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haven’t agreed to this.” She straightened in her chair.
    “Don’t worry. It will be absolutely painless. First question…what do you do for a living?”
    Sierra stared at him for a moment and he figured she would refuse to answer. And then she sighed and rested her arms on the table. “Executive chef.”
    In a flash of clarity, Chad recalled Martin had mentioned his boss’ name was Sierra.
    “Are you the executive chef at Romeo’s?”
    “ Was the executive chef. I quit a few minutes before our accident in the parking lot.”
    Chad smiled. “That explains why you were so distracted and didn’t see my truck.”
    “I don’t think… Um, maybe. Truthfully, I recall storming out of the restaurant and then the next thing I remember our vehicles were mashed together.” Sierra took a deep breath. “I probably shouldn’t have shared that admission. It certainly won’t work in my favor during the court case.”
    Chad reared back in his chair and shook his head. Had he just heard her right? “Who said anything about a court case? I don’t intend to sue. My truck is fine, and I’m fine.”
    “Let’s hope my insurance company sees it that way,” she replied, sounding doubtful.
    “They will. I’m sure of it.” Chad grabbed his beer, polished it off, and set the empty on the table. “Okay, we got side-tracked. Second question... what do you do for fun?”
    Sierra’s face lit up like someone had switched on a lamp. “Cooking, whether for work or entertaining friends. Stick me in a kitchen and I’m having a wonderful time.”
    “Third question… do you have a man in your life, and if not, would you consider going out to dinner with me?” Chad crossed his legs under the table, laced his fingers, and rested his hands on his stomach. Man, he wanted to run his fingers through those strands of golden hair tickling her shoulders.
    “That’s two questions. To answer question number three, there’s no man in my life.” Sierra shifted position in her chair. “My turn. Question number one. What do you do for a living?”
    “Garbage collector,” he answered with a stern expression on his face.
    “You are not!” She laughed. “You’ve got cowboy written all over you.”
    “Yeah, I guess you’d call me a cowboy. I own a ranch southwest of the city that I inherited from my father. My mom’s still alive and she lives with me on the ranch.”
    “Do you have cows and horses on this ranch?”
    “We raise Black Angus cattle and breed Thoroughbreds and we’re involved in pro chuckwagon racing.”
    “You are? Will you be racing at the Stampede?”
    “You bet.” He nodded.
    “Wow. I love watching the races every year, but I’ve never met any of the owners before.”
    “Well, now you know one. Horses are my greatest love. If I couldn’t spend my life working with horses, then I might as well not be here.”
    “I know what you mean. If I couldn’t cook, I’d die. The only way to keep me from creating food would be to chop my arms off.”
    “Isn’t it great when you find your passion in life, and just do it?”
    “Oh, my God, you’re one of the few people that I’ve met who gets it. Who gets me.” Sierra reached out and touched Chad’s arm.
    “What’s question number two?”
    She appeared deep in thought for a second or two. “I won’t ask what you do for fun. You’ll say something about horses. So, do you have a woman in your life?”
    “Yeah, I do. My mom. She’s got health issues and I worry about her constantly.” Chad shut his mouth. Why had he shared his concern for his mother with her? Now, this gorgeous woman might consider him just a mama’s boy.
    “Breast cancer?” Sierra tilted her head.
    “Who, Mom? No, she has MS.”
    Sierra’s mouth dropped open. “Multiple sclerosis?” she whispered, feeling her face pale.
    “Mom’s sixty-two. She was recently confined to a wheelchair after fighting the disease since first diagnosed at age forty-six. She’s the strongest woman I’ve