Everyone was already digging into breakfast when Kris made it into the ranch house the next morning. She'd hoped by this time Mason would have eaten and gone to do whatever it was he normally did during the day.
Yesterday, as soon as she'd cooled her horse down and put her tack away, she'd disappeared into the bunkhouse. Last night, she'd had Lane ask Martina to fix a plate he could bring down to the bunkhouse for her. Her excuse was she wanted to spend more time studying the maps and going over some reports.
Avoiding Mason was more like it.
It was painfully obvious to her their s****l chemistry was so strong that just being with him zinged her brain waves. Having him fly in the copilot's seat with her had been a big mistake, but she was torn between keeping miles of distance between th
