But instead of going on an interview, he was escorting Dallas to the AAWA charity dinner. It wasn’t a date. He’d reminded himself of the fact enough times over the last several days and it had finally sunk in. That he hadn’t seen her since the morning after they’d captured the mare and colt made it easier. The same day he’d interviewed at the metal fabrication company. Another job he didn’t get. According to Gavin, Dallas had been to the ranch once since then to take more pictures. Her determination was admirable. If anyone could find the mare’s owner or the person responsible for shooting her, it would be Dallas. Conner missed her. Not a day or an hour passed that he didn’t recall the touch of her gentle hands skimming his naked back. He’d say the excruciating pain of the cholla cactus was well worth it, but... Who was he kidding?
