By the fourth day of her “partnership” with Ty Holbrook, she had enough. There were carpenters measuring the aisles, two wholesalers asking her when she’d be placing her order for hunting supplies and plenty of whispers behind her back. Enough so it was time act. After closing the mercantile, Dusty took off her in her Jeep and headed for Ty’s Sundown Ranch ten miles north of town. Her grief would end tonight, if she had anything to say about it.
“Okay, Holbrook,” Dusty declared, as the rancher himself answered his front door. “I think it’s time we traded.”
Ty was hardly able to disguise his amusement, as he looked down at the saucy redhead’s determined face. “Why don’t you come in and get comfortable,” he said, opening wide the ranch house door. “Wanna beer?”
Dusty nodded, and watched
