The bleached, stale smell, the glaring white lights, the scuffed ivory linoleum floors, the dusty green walls. Clinical and depressing. When he’d hurt his foot, he couldn’t wait to get out. He felt the same way now.Besides, best to put distance and time between him and Libby as soon as possible. ...
Maybe she did. She’d texted them Monday morning on the way home from the rodeo and asked them to meet her at their regular spot. She needed a reality check, and she couldn’t think of any better people to give it. “Thanks, both of you, for coming on ...
He’d kept the conversation light, had asked her a lot of questions about Sweet Water Ranch, and then they’d gone their separate ways. Though he’d promised to stop by the beer stand after his ride, she’d told him he shouldn’t feel obligated. She’d had mixed feelings all day about whether she wante...