Felicity’s hair blew in the breeze, and she gathered it into her palm and held it against her shoulder. Dwayne wandered a few paces ahead of her, his fingertips brushing the delicate tops of the wild bluebonnets her father had cultivated.
He’d answered all her mother’s questions with smiles and happiness in his voice. When Momma had shown disdain at Felicity dating her boss, Dwayne had reached for Felicity’s hand and squeezed it. Said, “I own the ranch. I’m not really her boss,” and moved on.
Though he most certainly was her boss, because he owned the ranch. It had never been an issue between them, and Felicity wasn’t going to make it one simply because her mother didn’t approve.
Ahead of her, Dwayne lifted his head and gazed into the distance. She approached and slipped her arm through
