She was spending the night with Hayden Garrow.
Okay, so it was in a barn with fifteen dogs, but still. Brooke couldn’t read him. Couldn’t tell if this was just his usual friendliness or something else. She was starting to really wish for the something else.
She made quick work of bringing in the groceries and stowing them in the…well, the facilities in the tack room weren’t even big enough to merit the designation of kitchenette. But she did find the hot plate and a few other kitchen basics, including a sizable crock pot. It wasn’t much, but she could probably manage chili with all that. Plugging in the slow cooker, she flipped it on high to start warming and turned to browning the first batch of meat on the hot plate. The scent of chorizo began to waft out of the tack room and on into t
