arrangement.” Bo slid an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close.
“I hope so. I’m counting on this for some plans I’ve made.”
“I promise I’ll do whatever I can to help you out. I feel like I owe you one.”
“Yes.” You do owe me . “Thank you, Bo.”
Rafe walked closer to them. Another flood of emotion wracked her soul. She hadn’t known who Rafe was when she’d slept with him. Afterward, when he told her he ran the Double R Ranch, she politely thanked him for a good time by way of a note on the hotel pillow and backed out of any further contact.
Five years ago, he’d seemed grateful not to have to fend her off. He sent her flowers with much the same sentiment in the attached card. Right now this second, and as a matter of fact, since she’d been here today, Rafe had exuded an entirely different feeling. It seemed like he was also very interested in her.
Until Bo had crashed into her body moments ago, Callie had been contemplating a quickie relationship with Rafe. He’d been the only other man, besides Bo, to have satisfied her completely. They’d only been together one night, and for the first part of it, she’d been rather lit from the wine, but there had been three rounds of pure bliss that night. They’d been good together.
She glanced at Bo and then put her focus back on Rafe. Tough choice if she were ever forced to make one. But she wouldn’t, because she wasn’t looking for a man.
She was looking for a way to get rid of her ranch so she could finally, at long last, pursue her dream. The slim amount of time she’d been able to dedicate to her passion had dwindled over the last several years. Her ranch demanded lots of time.
She wasn’t giving up a moment more than she had to for the life she never wanted but got stuck with anyway.
“If we could go talk to your guy, I’d be most appreciative.”
Rafe stuck out his arm and gestured toward the door. She looked up at Bo wondering if he planned to release her anytime soon.
Bo squeezed her shoulder one last time before finally letting her go. Callie swore her legs felt like rubber as she took her first step away from Bo.
Even after all these years he impacted her libido with a sudden force like trying to take a sip from a fire hose. One way or another she was going to get wet. But she promised herself that she wouldn’t be swayed by him if he expected her to stay behind and forego her dreams. She wouldn’t do it. She’d worked too hard.
She took two slow, wobbly steps forward, and Rafe grabbed her hand. Lending her support when she needed it.
“Let’s go talk to Delbert,” Rafe said.
Clay nodded. “Bo and I will unload the stuff in my vehicle while you work out the details of your upcoming cow baby shower extravaganza or whatever.”
Bo gave Clay a sharp look at first, but then nodded. He turned to Callie. “We’re headed out for dinner in a little while, would you like to go with us?”
Her mouth dropped open. Dinner with the two of them? That was just trouble waiting to happen. How could she keep from them finding out she’d slept with both of them? Did they already know? If so, they didn’t seem upset.
“That’s sweet of you, but I need to get back to my ranch. Lots of turmoil going on there.”
“Turmoil? What’s up? Anything else we can do to help?” Bo’s vivid concern touched her so deeply, she had to swallow hard and look away or be mesmerized by him.
She shook her head. “It’s nothing for you to worry about. Thanks for the offer of dinner, but I should get back home. There’s always lots to do on a ranch, as you know. Maybe some other time.”
Rafe still had a hold of her hand. He tugged at her fingers and snapped her out of her Bo-induced sluggishness.
“Let’s go talk to Delbert and see what we can do to help you.”
With Rafe pulling on her, she was torn between them already. The whole time she’d spent on the ranch right before Bo showed up she’d been thinking how rash she’d