It was late afternoon. She hadn’t considered her timing after she’d walked out of the bar. She’d had a single-minded purpose and that was to come here. And that was what she’d done after a quick pit stop at her apartment for a shower, some primping, a sexier shirt and the surprise she was hoping against hope she’d have the opportunity to use. If she’d been thinking clearly, she would have realized the guys were working and called ahead. Or waited until quitting time. Which would have killed her. Given the fact they hadn’t seen or heard her approach, they must be well away from the main part of the ranch. So, she would wait. Part of her thought this was a lucky break because it would give her time to think about what she should say. She soon realized that was a very bad thing. She was much better off-the-cuff, unrehearsed. The longer she tried to figure out what words to use, the worse they got.
