Adele had been tired before, but working as a chef—and not even the executive chef—in a busy New York City restaurant brought a whole new level of exhaustion into her life. When she wasn’t at the restaurant, which was most of the time, honestly, she was sleeping in her studio apartment on a ratty couch. No bed. The couch would convert into one, but she hadn’t had time to go buy a mattress.
She had some money now to do that, but no time.
At Last Chance Ranch, she’d had nothing but time. Time with her baby goats. Time to cook her family recipes. Time to hold hands and stroll around the ranch with Carson.
She tried to push the handsome cowboy out of her mind, but he never went far, and never for very long. She cooked for people in costume. She cooked for people who didn’t want to cook for
