Sissy Longston adjusted the temperature in the brand new administration building, the air conditioner actually working a little too well. She hadn’t dressed for such chilly conditions, and she wished she had a sweater to put on.
To remedy her icy hands, she stepped outside into the brilliant California sunshine. May really was the most beautiful month in the state, and she faced east, out into the openness of Last Chance Ranch.
She took a deep breath, the good, earthy smell of the air clearing her mind. Well, at least a little. She worked long hours, yes, but she sure did love the ranch she’d landed at a couple of years ago.
She’d usually had a seething, insatiable need to move on after two or three years, but she didn’t see that happening here. Maybe her gypsy heart and wandering spiri
