CHAPTER 8
Zoey parked her vehicle—which seemed dwarfed by everything around it—in front of the sprawling log-and-stone house and got out. It’d been too many years since she’d been at a ranch, yet she’d never seen one as well-kept and picturesque as this.
She’d been wowed by the view as she’d driven through the massive wrought-iron gates and up a driveway lined by manicured flower hedges, with the meadows and majestic mountains in the far distance. She took a deep breath, and the vibrant scent of wildflowers, the sweet smell of hay, and the refreshing early morning air filled her nostrils. If only she’d get a chance to live in a place like this. In that moment, Zoey didn’t miss New York one bit.
Feeling confident in her light blue button-down shirt tucked into grey slacks, Zoey was all s
