Chapter 5
Laura marveled at their routine. A month had gone by and they were borderline domestic. Another aspect of that surprised the living daylights out of her about Johnny. She’d liked using his first name since their very first night together. It somehow fit him better, as if it made him more who he really was rather than Mister “The Great” Smokejumper.
On that second night she’d returned from the Lodge late because of the paperwork around the accident. As Johnny had predicted, Grayson Masterson had inexplicably left a large tip, a very large one—it was amazing how well he knew people. She was already past half way to owning her brood mare.
She’d arrived at her cabin at dusk, debating during the entire drive from the Lodge if she should call him, or if that was too forward. When sh
