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but most likely he’d be from the city. Portland was a big place, bigger than Bozeman, anyway.
    Falling for someone who enjoyed city life would appeal to her. Closed in spaces, traffic, and more stores than you could count would match what he knew about Sarah’s life before she’d come to Montana.
    She had a sharp mind. Her fiancé would be intelligent, maybe have a college degree. If she’d lost contact with her friends, he’d have to have a big personality, someone a woman could easily spend time with. Someone that would become the center of her world without her knowing how it had happened.
    The more he thought about her fiancé, the more confused he became. Working on Alex’s ranch must have been a huge change for her. He couldn’t figure out how someone that had owned her own IT business had ended up cooking meals in Montana.
    Whatever the answers were, he wouldn’t be getting any sense out of Sarah until tomorrow.
    He turned into Alex’s driveway, moving slowly along the wide dirt track. He stopped in front of the house that Sarah shared with the ranch hands. When Alex bought the property, it had come complete with a two story home and more outbuildings than he’d needed. He’d converted one of the barns into his home and used the main house as accommodation for the single ranch hands.
    Alex must still be awake. The lights from the ground floor of his home were shining brightly. Sarah’s house, the one she shared with the ranch hands, would have been in total darkness if it weren’t for the porch light swinging in the breeze.
    Jordan opened his door and moved around to Sarah’s side of the truck. He looked at the door handle, then in at the blonde head leaning against the window.
    He ran back around the truck, sat in his seat, and nudged her arm. “Sarah?”
    She didn’t answer so he gave her another poke. “Sarah? Wake up. We’re back at the ranch.”
    She woke up enough to lift her head and stare at him. “Jordan?” She rested her head against the headrest and sighed.
    “Don’t go back to sleep.” He moved fast, jumping out of the truck, opening her passenger door, making sure she didn’t fall on the ground. He leaned across the cab and unlocked her seatbelt.
    “What time is it?” Sarah put one of her feet on the ground and started hoisting herself out of the truck.
    “About eleven.” Jordan watched her second foot hit the dirt.
    She kept one hand on the side of the truck, balancing where her body needed to go with what was left of her common sense.
    “Let me help.”
    She started to shake her head then must have thought better of it. “Thanks.”
    He smiled at the frown on her face. “Are you sure you’re not going to be sick?”
    “I don’t know.” Sarah’s face turned a pale shade of white.
    “Sit.” He helped her into her seat and opened the canopy on the truck. He rummaged around and found an old plastic bag. With more than a little relief, he stuffed it in his pocket and ran back to Sarah. “If you need to be sick, just let me know.”
    “I don’t feel so good.”
    Oh, hell . He hated vomit as much as he hated shopping. He pulled the bag out of his pocket and held it in front of Sarah’s face. She grabbed hold of his hands and pulled him close. Her hair fell around the bag and his hands, a curtain of blonde silk that would wear the worst of her night on the town.
    He didn’t know whether to leave her as she was or try and minimize the damage to her pride.
    Sarah dropped her head to her knees and he gave up deciding. He left the bag in her hands and kneeled beside her. He bunched her hair in his hands and hoped she didn’t start vomiting.
    After a few minutes, she sat back against the seat. “I’m okay. Just dizzy.”
    Jordan looked across at the ranch house. “I’ll give you a hand to get to your room.”
    Sarah nodded, then stood up. This time around she reached for his arm and held on tight. “My bedroom’s on the ground floor. Turn left when you get inside the