The road sloped downward toward the river, and as she picked up speed, she let out a loud, “Woo-hoo!” When she came to a turn in the road, she stopped and glanced behind her. Trey and Garret stood on the porch, and Jeff, in the ranch truck, sped along the road to catch up to her. She waved to her guys. They didn’t wave back. She grinned and headed over the bridge, then along the road running parallel to the river. They couldn’t begrudge her this little slice of freedom. Hell, she’d be sandwiched tight between them for God knew how long until Hines was caught. A thought that brought heat rushing to sensitive spots between her legs. A few ranch hands waved and she smiled and returned the greeting. The three-mile trip went too fast, and in minutes she pulled up to the guesthouse at the old homestead. Jeff parked next to her and got out, literally keeping her in his sights. On the far side of the house, Patty bent over a raised bed, planting flowers. She lifted her trowel. “Howdy.”
