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enough he didn’t see any reason they wouldn’t be ready on time.
A more rustic old-time camp was being established an hour’s ride up the trail, but here at the end of the road from civilization was where they would greet the paying customers, and here was where the crew lived when they weren’t actively running a camp.
It meant a little more work, having two distinct camps, but it was easier for accessing supplies and caring for the horses while creating a far more memorable experience for the riders.
The cook had already arrived. His assistant, Vicki, had shown up a few days ago, the petite bright-eyed woman settling into her job with a happy haze hovering over her.
Cassidy had met the guides a few times—nice young couple with a good hand with horses. His job wasn’t going to be too rough, not with how careful James and Dani were with their rides.
No, all the details for the job were exactly what Karen had promised when she’d hired him months ago. Just…
Cassidy stared down the long approach road, watching dust rise as the last of the arrivals got closer to making an appearance.
He had to assume it was some cosmic joke. Some rotten karma he was being paid back for, though he couldn’t imagine how he could have been that shitty without knowing it.
In some ways he had Travis to thank for the job. Travis had introduced Karen Coleman to him over a year earlier, and with the Coleman family’s reputation, he knew any job Karen offered was sure to be a solid one. A safe one, far away from Rocky Mountain House and all chances of running into a certain someone he was trying to avoid.
Travis.
Fucking hell, he was going to be in the same place as Travis for four months.
Did his friend know? They hadn’t spoken since the previous July. Cassidy had considered emailing, but in the end hadn’t responded to the ones Travis had sent. It was easier to cut things off clean. It hurt too much to pretend everything was wonderful and awesome and… damn it all . Now he had to deal with Travis for the entire summer?
Made him a sick bastard that he was both dreading it and longing for it all at the same time.
Travis’s familiar truck pulled into the yard, parking right next to Cassidy’s. Cassidy frowned as he noted there was another vehicle still on the road, only a little ways back, but then distraction hit in the form of one long, lean cowboy dropping smoothly to the ground and stretching his back as he looked around.
At this distance Cassidy figured he was safe, so he indulged in checking Travis over hungrily. Nothing had changed. The dark-haired devil still drove him crazy. Travis reached into the back of the truck and pulled out a pack, slinging it easily over his shoulder.
Time to face the music. Cassidy stepped from the shadows and made his way toward the lot. Travis turned toward him, his welcoming smile fading rapidly to dismay.
“Cassidy? What—?”
He snapped his mouth shut and glanced away. Lips tight, obviously fighting a rush of anger.
Shit. “That answers my first question. I wondered if you knew I was working the camp for the summer.”
Travis took a deep breath before stepping forward. “You bastard.”
Cassidy laughed. “Nice to see you again too, T.”
“Screw that noise.” Travis abandoned his bag to the ground at their side and got right in Cassidy’s face. “What the fuck?”
“I’m head wrangler. Your cousin hired me.”
Travis shook his head. “I meant what the fuck were you thinking? You were there and then you were gone. Not a trace, not a note. I had no idea what had happened. You could have been dead in some ditch for all I knew.”
“I told you I was going.”
Hands slammed onto his shoulders, fingers closing into fists as Travis grabbed his jean jacket. He leaned in, their faces only inches from each other. “You said I couldn’t have what I wanted. You didn’t tell me you were going to fucking pack up your life and never come back. Asshole.”
Cassidy
A more rustic old-time camp was being established an hour’s ride up the trail, but here at the end of the road from civilization was where they would greet the paying customers, and here was where the crew lived when they weren’t actively running a camp.
It meant a little more work, having two distinct camps, but it was easier for accessing supplies and caring for the horses while creating a far more memorable experience for the riders.
The cook had already arrived. His assistant, Vicki, had shown up a few days ago, the petite bright-eyed woman settling into her job with a happy haze hovering over her.
Cassidy had met the guides a few times—nice young couple with a good hand with horses. His job wasn’t going to be too rough, not with how careful James and Dani were with their rides.
No, all the details for the job were exactly what Karen had promised when she’d hired him months ago. Just…
Cassidy stared down the long approach road, watching dust rise as the last of the arrivals got closer to making an appearance.
He had to assume it was some cosmic joke. Some rotten karma he was being paid back for, though he couldn’t imagine how he could have been that shitty without knowing it.
In some ways he had Travis to thank for the job. Travis had introduced Karen Coleman to him over a year earlier, and with the Coleman family’s reputation, he knew any job Karen offered was sure to be a solid one. A safe one, far away from Rocky Mountain House and all chances of running into a certain someone he was trying to avoid.
Travis.
Fucking hell, he was going to be in the same place as Travis for four months.
Did his friend know? They hadn’t spoken since the previous July. Cassidy had considered emailing, but in the end hadn’t responded to the ones Travis had sent. It was easier to cut things off clean. It hurt too much to pretend everything was wonderful and awesome and… damn it all . Now he had to deal with Travis for the entire summer?
Made him a sick bastard that he was both dreading it and longing for it all at the same time.
Travis’s familiar truck pulled into the yard, parking right next to Cassidy’s. Cassidy frowned as he noted there was another vehicle still on the road, only a little ways back, but then distraction hit in the form of one long, lean cowboy dropping smoothly to the ground and stretching his back as he looked around.
At this distance Cassidy figured he was safe, so he indulged in checking Travis over hungrily. Nothing had changed. The dark-haired devil still drove him crazy. Travis reached into the back of the truck and pulled out a pack, slinging it easily over his shoulder.
Time to face the music. Cassidy stepped from the shadows and made his way toward the lot. Travis turned toward him, his welcoming smile fading rapidly to dismay.
“Cassidy? What—?”
He snapped his mouth shut and glanced away. Lips tight, obviously fighting a rush of anger.
Shit. “That answers my first question. I wondered if you knew I was working the camp for the summer.”
Travis took a deep breath before stepping forward. “You bastard.”
Cassidy laughed. “Nice to see you again too, T.”
“Screw that noise.” Travis abandoned his bag to the ground at their side and got right in Cassidy’s face. “What the fuck?”
“I’m head wrangler. Your cousin hired me.”
Travis shook his head. “I meant what the fuck were you thinking? You were there and then you were gone. Not a trace, not a note. I had no idea what had happened. You could have been dead in some ditch for all I knew.”
“I told you I was going.”
Hands slammed onto his shoulders, fingers closing into fists as Travis grabbed his jean jacket. He leaned in, their faces only inches from each other. “You said I couldn’t have what I wanted. You didn’t tell me you were going to fucking pack up your life and never come back. Asshole.”
Cassidy
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