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make up lunch to you next week. We’ll go to Sweet Basil.” She hated Thai cuisine, but he loved it.
    “It’s a deal. I love you, baby.”
    “I love you, too.” She pushed the button on her Bluetooth to disconnect the call and studied the windy road ahead. She figured she had another two or three miles before she reached Rescue Ranch, but the scenery was too beautiful to be ignored.
    Thick trees lined the road on either side for as far as she could see. She hadn’t noticed how far she’d gone since she’d last seen any signs of civilization. Not that she’d been paying much attention when she’d been on the phone. She had noted the small motel as she’d driven through town. There was no way she’d consider taking Trey up on his offer— more like order —to stay on Rescue Ranch the whole weekend no matter how many spare rooms it had. Still, she might consider booking a motel room for a night or two.
    A few minutes and lots of trees later, she spotted her first glimpse of a driveway up ahead. Slowing her speed, she gripped the steering wheel with both hands as she leaned forward to peer out the windshield. A wrought-iron sign formed an archway over the pebbled driveway with the words Rescue Ranch intricately spelled out in the center. She made the turn and realized it was more like another road than a driveway. If not for the sign, she wouldn’t have had any indication she was on the right path.
    “Jeez, talk about living in the boondocks,” she muttered as she continued to drive, tightening her grip on the wheel as the tires attempted to slide on the pebbles.
    A curve came into view, bringing with it signs of civilization. The trees parted to fencing lining either side and wide-open pastures beyond. She spotted several horses grazing in the field to her left and felt herself smile at their beauty.
    Dragging her attention back to the road, she finally saw what had to be the ranch house. An elaborate structure standing three stories tall, it stretched wide on either side of the end of the road. She slowed the car to a crawl as it crept forward, taking in the long porch that spanned the full length of the house, the assortment of rocking chairs and swings that seemed to be patiently waiting for warm bodies to fill them, and the array of windows standing open to let in the fresh air.
    A welcoming sensation swept through her as she brought her car to a stop behind the only truck in the drive. Snagging her shoulder bag from the passenger seat, she tossed her keys inside and slowly got out of the car. She’d attempted to phone Trey before she left the city to let him know she was headed out, but only managed to reach his voice mail. As if on cue, the cartoon melody of Scooby Doo chimed from her purse as she quietly closed the car door.
    She pulled the phone from her bag, glanced at the caller id on the screen, and answered the call via her Bluetooth. “Perfect timing,” she said in lieu of hello. “I just pulled up out front. Where are you?”
    “In the back pastures.” The sound of Trey’s lazy, rusty drawl sent remembered shivers of desire down her spine. “The front door of main house is open. Go on in. May’s probably working in the kitchen. I’ll meet you there.”
    “And Brit?” He was the man she’d come here to see, after all. She glanced at the truck in the driveway as she passed it, noting the logo painted on the door that matched the one she’d seen on the wrought iron sign that had led her here. Her gaze slid over the hood as she reached the front of the truck and movement a short distance away caught her attention. “Never mind. I’m betting I just found him.”
    She stopped where she stood and surveyed the sight. Christ on a pogo stick! Though she could only see the side profile of the man on the treadmill, it was enough to have her IQ dropping into the single digits. Ratty tennis shoes and bare powerful looking legs kept a steady pace despite the brace on his left knee. Khaki cargo