“Yes,” Karla said into the phone, glancing at the clock. She was supposed to be in the cow cuddling pasture in two minutes and she still didn’t have her shoes on. “Leo, I have to go.”
“Just make sure you don’t make carrot cake,” Cache’s brother said. “He hates that stuff. And remember, he acts like he doesn’t like surprises, but he does.”
“Got it,” Karla said. She’d arranged for Leo to call this morning, but he’d had an emergency on his ranch in Shiloh Ridge, and he’d called late. Really late. And Karla hadn’t realized what time it was.
She shoved her foot into a shoe as Leo continued to say all the things Cache liked. Karla knew most of them, as she’d been getting to know Cache over the past several weeks. She burst from her cabin and dashed down her steps while Leo was still talking.
