“You didn’t laugh much,” Garrett pointed out as she washed out the popcorn bowls and pan. “Is romantic comedy more your style?” “I’m a science fiction fan,” she told him. “Give me another galaxy, and I’m glued to the screen.” Tonight, though, she wouldn’t have noticed if a starship had landed in the driveway. The morning with Ford was monopolizing her mind. And her heart. “Ford likes sci-fi, too. Weird.” After he dried and put away the dishes, they stepped outside into another beautiful, starry night. “So I don’t suppose you were able to change his mind when you were out this morning...er...mending fences.” Heat rose in her throat and cheeks. “No. I didn’t try. He’s convinced he has to keep working. For the Circle M. For the family.” “I’m sorry.” Garrett put an arm around her shoulders and squeezed. “There’s nothing I can say to make it hurt less.”
