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who couldn’t seem to be honest with me.
“It’s Southern Cal” she waggled her eyebrows. “No snow.”
No snow.
No ice.
No Clay.
My insides twisted again.
I’d told him I would try to trust him more . Not less.
I’d promised to talk things through instead of jumping to wild conclusions.
But how could I not jump to conclusions when the proof was right there in front of my fucking face?
Did he deserve my trust if he was selling my property without my knowledge?
“I’m so fucking confused,” I grumbled.
“I get it.” Harper gave me a kind smile. “I wouldn’t want to take one step in your shoes. You don’t know what to believe and what not to. Not after everything you’ve been through. But in situations like these, sometimes taking a step back is good. It allows you to gain some perspective. To look at the situation from another angle. That might be what’s needed right now. A step back. It doesn’t mean you won’t come back.”
What she said made sense.
A step back.
It was a road trip. We weren’t moving.
Nothing was permanent.
I nodded. “True.”
“It’s a meeting. I haven’t accepted the job yet.”
“ Yet ,” I emphasized. “Once that agent sees your portfolio, he’ll drop to his knees and beg you to work for him. And you won’t be able to resist.”
Harper blushed. “You don’t know that.”
“I do. No, it’s not a matter of if you’ll accept. It’s when . Then I’ll have to make a choice.”
Harper’s smile faded. I knew what she was thinking. She was hoping I’d choose her over Clay, especially since...since I had nothing else keeping me here anymore.
“What about Mike?” I asked.
“Mike’s great.” Shrugging she pushed up to her feet. “I like him a lot. But I can’t plan my life around him. Or any man for that matter. Not at this point.” She sighed. “I’ll miss him. I’ll even miss this dumpy little town.”
“You will not. Not Dawson. Mike, well, that I get.”
Trying to hide her pain, she smiled. “Who knows? Maybe our paths will cross again sometime.”
“Sure,” I agreed.
She arched her brows and gave me a pleading look. “So will you come to California with me?”
“Are you really leaving today?”
“Yes.”
“Wow. So when were you going to tell me?”
“I just got the call about the meeting last night...and well…right after I hung up, I went to your room…and heard…I didn’t want to interrupt.”
My face warming from embarrassment, I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate.
Last night.
Just a few hours ago I’d felt closer to Clay than I’d ever felt before. In fact, if he’d asked me to marry him I would have said yes. Gladly.
And now…?
I still loved him. I still wanted him.
But…but…
Crap!
What the hell? It wasn’t a forever thing. Just a quick road trip. I could come back after Harper’s meeting.
The distance would help me sort out some things. Maybe help me get some perspective on where I really wanted my life to take me.
Since coming to Wyoming, I’d been uber-focused on only one thing—on keeping the ranch going. And that was because I’d wanted what came with it. Money.
Ironically, I’d lived my whole life believing money wasn’t the most important thing in the world. Making a difference was.
How would I do that out here if I didn’t have the ranch?
Could I work at a school? Or…or?
I had no clue. But I knew one thing. I needed to think. Really think hard about things. To consider all my options. My hopes. My dreams. My goals.
I was going to miss Clay. But I wouldn’t be gone for long.
I slowly nodded. “Yes. I’ll go.”
Harper flung herself on me, knocking me onto my back.
“Easy!” I said as my bestie practically molested me. “If I’m dead, you’re on your own. There’s one thing I want to do before we leave.” I pushed to sit up as she rolled off me. “I can’t leave without saying goodbye to Clay.”
“Ready?” Harper shouted. She was outside, on the
“It’s Southern Cal” she waggled her eyebrows. “No snow.”
No snow.
No ice.
No Clay.
My insides twisted again.
I’d told him I would try to trust him more . Not less.
I’d promised to talk things through instead of jumping to wild conclusions.
But how could I not jump to conclusions when the proof was right there in front of my fucking face?
Did he deserve my trust if he was selling my property without my knowledge?
“I’m so fucking confused,” I grumbled.
“I get it.” Harper gave me a kind smile. “I wouldn’t want to take one step in your shoes. You don’t know what to believe and what not to. Not after everything you’ve been through. But in situations like these, sometimes taking a step back is good. It allows you to gain some perspective. To look at the situation from another angle. That might be what’s needed right now. A step back. It doesn’t mean you won’t come back.”
What she said made sense.
A step back.
It was a road trip. We weren’t moving.
Nothing was permanent.
I nodded. “True.”
“It’s a meeting. I haven’t accepted the job yet.”
“ Yet ,” I emphasized. “Once that agent sees your portfolio, he’ll drop to his knees and beg you to work for him. And you won’t be able to resist.”
Harper blushed. “You don’t know that.”
“I do. No, it’s not a matter of if you’ll accept. It’s when . Then I’ll have to make a choice.”
Harper’s smile faded. I knew what she was thinking. She was hoping I’d choose her over Clay, especially since...since I had nothing else keeping me here anymore.
“What about Mike?” I asked.
“Mike’s great.” Shrugging she pushed up to her feet. “I like him a lot. But I can’t plan my life around him. Or any man for that matter. Not at this point.” She sighed. “I’ll miss him. I’ll even miss this dumpy little town.”
“You will not. Not Dawson. Mike, well, that I get.”
Trying to hide her pain, she smiled. “Who knows? Maybe our paths will cross again sometime.”
“Sure,” I agreed.
She arched her brows and gave me a pleading look. “So will you come to California with me?”
“Are you really leaving today?”
“Yes.”
“Wow. So when were you going to tell me?”
“I just got the call about the meeting last night...and well…right after I hung up, I went to your room…and heard…I didn’t want to interrupt.”
My face warming from embarrassment, I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate.
Last night.
Just a few hours ago I’d felt closer to Clay than I’d ever felt before. In fact, if he’d asked me to marry him I would have said yes. Gladly.
And now…?
I still loved him. I still wanted him.
But…but…
Crap!
What the hell? It wasn’t a forever thing. Just a quick road trip. I could come back after Harper’s meeting.
The distance would help me sort out some things. Maybe help me get some perspective on where I really wanted my life to take me.
Since coming to Wyoming, I’d been uber-focused on only one thing—on keeping the ranch going. And that was because I’d wanted what came with it. Money.
Ironically, I’d lived my whole life believing money wasn’t the most important thing in the world. Making a difference was.
How would I do that out here if I didn’t have the ranch?
Could I work at a school? Or…or?
I had no clue. But I knew one thing. I needed to think. Really think hard about things. To consider all my options. My hopes. My dreams. My goals.
I was going to miss Clay. But I wouldn’t be gone for long.
I slowly nodded. “Yes. I’ll go.”
Harper flung herself on me, knocking me onto my back.
“Easy!” I said as my bestie practically molested me. “If I’m dead, you’re on your own. There’s one thing I want to do before we leave.” I pushed to sit up as she rolled off me. “I can’t leave without saying goodbye to Clay.”
“Ready?” Harper shouted. She was outside, on the
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