Lance got the dog-walkers set up with their canines for the morning. He’d awakened that morning with more hope in his heart than he’d had in years. Since his marriage had ended over fifteen years ago, to be precise.
He had no idea where Peggy was now, and he didn’t need to know. They’d been married less than year, and they didn’t have any kids when she’d declared their marriage “a mistake,” and asked him to move out.
He’d been working ranches that came with room and board since, and he’d finally found one where he wanted to stay. It was close enough to his family to not be suffocating, and far enough away to be his own person. Make his own choices.
He hadn’t told anyone about the forthcoming date with Amber. Not even Cache, Cook, or Ames. He wasn’t sure why not. His date tomorrow night
