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looks like he has.”
My stomach convulsed.
“I was thinking about taking a road trip,” Harper said as she surged to action. She yanked open my closet. I don’t know what she was looking for. Nothing was in there. Because all my stuff had been burned up in the fire. “How about we go on a road trip? You and me?”
“Road trip? Now?” I swallowed my breakfast for the third time. It didn’t taste any worse then than it did the first time.
“Yes, now.”
“But I need to find out what’s going on.”
“I say we take a little road trip and figure out what’s important first. There’s plenty of time for finding out about the ranch later.” Harper plopped next to me and grabbed my hand. “I mean, tell me if I’m wrong, but since you came to Wyoming, things have kind of sucked. Haven’t they?”
“Well, not everything. But…” I shrugged as I gently tugged my hand free. Harper had a point. Outside of a few very precious moments with Clay, things had been kind of sucky since I’d arrived in Dawson.
“You’ve been working your ass off, shoveling shit. When was the last time you had some fun? Some serious fun? Like we used to?”
“Um…Well, Clay and I…? We…”
“Clay and you have had a rocky relationship from the start. Maybe it isn’t meant to be.”
Not meant to be?
Of course we were!
Or…?
My ranch. He’d sold my ranch.
My head spun.
What the fuck did I know? Not much, evidently.
But a road trip? Now? This was the worst time to leave. I needed to talk to Clay. And Hardin. “You don’t know that,” I snapped. “You don’t know we’re not meant to be.”
“Maybe I don’t. But do you ?” Harper pointed at my chest. “Can you say for sure you know you two are meant to be together?”
I sat there unable to tell her she was wrong. And that hurt more than anything.
Oh God, I wasn’t sure about me and Clay.
Or was I?
Fuck! I was so confused!
“I just got a call from a real estate agent in LA,” Harper said as she stood. “He sells multi-million dollar estates. He’s looking for someone to stage his properties for him.”
A chill swept through my body.
Harper? Moving to LA? No!
“You’re leaving?” I felt sick. I clapped my hands over my mouth. She couldn’t move to LA. How would I deal with all of this without her? She was the only person I knew I could trust right now.
She lifted her hands, palms out. “Nothing’s for sure. I haven’t given an answer yet. I’m just meeting with him to see how well we click.”
“You promised you’d stay here with me.” Shit, I sounded so fucking weak and whiny, even to my own ears. What kind of friend was I being for Harper?
“I know. And I will stay if you need me to. But this is an amazing opportunity, getting to work with one of the most successful agents in LA. Staging gorgeous homes. You never know where an opportunity like this could take me.”
Dammit. I’d be a total bitch to force her to stay in Wyoming. Now I didn’t even need her design expertise, not that I could ever have afforded her anyway. Nobody in these parts of the state could. Except for Clay.
I nodded. My heart sank. She was leaving. Harper was moving to California. “Yes, you have to go.”
Harper dropped to her knees in front of me. “Come with me.”
I stared down at my hands, cupped in my lap, hers resting on top.
Friends for life.
That was what we’d always said.
Years ago we’d planned our lives together. We’d had it all figured out. We’d marry brothers. Or best friends. And live somewhere warm and beautiful. Like California. Or Hawaii. And of course we’d be neighbors. I would find a job in a high school, as a social worker, helping young women plan their futures and break through barriers. And Harper would be a famous interior designer, her projects featured in every publication in print.
Nowhere in our plans had there been any thought of running a bankrupt ranch in the middle of nowhere. Or getting involved with a man
My stomach convulsed.
“I was thinking about taking a road trip,” Harper said as she surged to action. She yanked open my closet. I don’t know what she was looking for. Nothing was in there. Because all my stuff had been burned up in the fire. “How about we go on a road trip? You and me?”
“Road trip? Now?” I swallowed my breakfast for the third time. It didn’t taste any worse then than it did the first time.
“Yes, now.”
“But I need to find out what’s going on.”
“I say we take a little road trip and figure out what’s important first. There’s plenty of time for finding out about the ranch later.” Harper plopped next to me and grabbed my hand. “I mean, tell me if I’m wrong, but since you came to Wyoming, things have kind of sucked. Haven’t they?”
“Well, not everything. But…” I shrugged as I gently tugged my hand free. Harper had a point. Outside of a few very precious moments with Clay, things had been kind of sucky since I’d arrived in Dawson.
“You’ve been working your ass off, shoveling shit. When was the last time you had some fun? Some serious fun? Like we used to?”
“Um…Well, Clay and I…? We…”
“Clay and you have had a rocky relationship from the start. Maybe it isn’t meant to be.”
Not meant to be?
Of course we were!
Or…?
My ranch. He’d sold my ranch.
My head spun.
What the fuck did I know? Not much, evidently.
But a road trip? Now? This was the worst time to leave. I needed to talk to Clay. And Hardin. “You don’t know that,” I snapped. “You don’t know we’re not meant to be.”
“Maybe I don’t. But do you ?” Harper pointed at my chest. “Can you say for sure you know you two are meant to be together?”
I sat there unable to tell her she was wrong. And that hurt more than anything.
Oh God, I wasn’t sure about me and Clay.
Or was I?
Fuck! I was so confused!
“I just got a call from a real estate agent in LA,” Harper said as she stood. “He sells multi-million dollar estates. He’s looking for someone to stage his properties for him.”
A chill swept through my body.
Harper? Moving to LA? No!
“You’re leaving?” I felt sick. I clapped my hands over my mouth. She couldn’t move to LA. How would I deal with all of this without her? She was the only person I knew I could trust right now.
She lifted her hands, palms out. “Nothing’s for sure. I haven’t given an answer yet. I’m just meeting with him to see how well we click.”
“You promised you’d stay here with me.” Shit, I sounded so fucking weak and whiny, even to my own ears. What kind of friend was I being for Harper?
“I know. And I will stay if you need me to. But this is an amazing opportunity, getting to work with one of the most successful agents in LA. Staging gorgeous homes. You never know where an opportunity like this could take me.”
Dammit. I’d be a total bitch to force her to stay in Wyoming. Now I didn’t even need her design expertise, not that I could ever have afforded her anyway. Nobody in these parts of the state could. Except for Clay.
I nodded. My heart sank. She was leaving. Harper was moving to California. “Yes, you have to go.”
Harper dropped to her knees in front of me. “Come with me.”
I stared down at my hands, cupped in my lap, hers resting on top.
Friends for life.
That was what we’d always said.
Years ago we’d planned our lives together. We’d had it all figured out. We’d marry brothers. Or best friends. And live somewhere warm and beautiful. Like California. Or Hawaii. And of course we’d be neighbors. I would find a job in a high school, as a social worker, helping young women plan their futures and break through barriers. And Harper would be a famous interior designer, her projects featured in every publication in print.
Nowhere in our plans had there been any thought of running a bankrupt ranch in the middle of nowhere. Or getting involved with a man
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