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The sound of boots on the wood veranda outside the kitchen door had Cole stepping back, his lips the last part of him to leave Sam’s warm, still sleepy body. Wide hazel eyes blinked up at him. To her credit, she recovered quickly and disappeared down the hall before the door opened.
Cole turned to see Matt fill the doorframe. Nodding to the ranch manager, he asked, “Is everything alright?”
“Sure,” Matt answered and closed the door behind him. “Is Sam awake yet?”
“Yes,” Cole said, as the sound of water running in the shower could be heard through the bedroom door before the bathroom door was closed and muffled the sound.
Matt helped himself to the coffee. “Are you two going to be at the Festival all day today?”
Sliding out a kitchen chair, Cole sat and contemplated the cowboy who w
