Colt looked over at Tony as the two men walked from the barn. He had his own fields to harvest today, but instead of hopping into a combine and blaring his favorite country tunes, he found himself once again at the Ponderosa Pines Ranch. Colt was bowled over by the transformation he’d seen in Brielle. Sure, he knew that much of the way she’d behaved when she’d first arrived had been an act, but she still hadn’t known a thing about running a ranch. This last month, though, she’d soaked up everything he was telling her, and she’d learned eagerly and efficiently. When Tony told him she’d decided to take out one of the combines and harvest a wheat field, he’d laughed. Not at her, but with delight. She was doing an excellent job of learning how to run the ranch, and she wasn’t happy just sitting idly by on the couch anymore. She was getting her hands dirty and she was earning the respect of her employees. Wait.
