Chapter Nineteen
Emma pulled into the circle in front of the new foreman’s house. So was this what a booty call felt like? Or was this more? Her college roommates had joked about booty calls, but back then she’d been more concerned with her studies than boys. Did you bring a housewarming gift to a booty call? She glanced over at the neatly wrapped package on the front seat, then nibbled on a fingernail, nervous energy winding through her. She had no need to be nervous, it was Sterling. But she shouldn’t be here. She should be back in Kansas City working on her other projects.
Driving over to Prairie in the middle of a Wednesday afternoon was completely out of character for her. And yet here she was, anticipation spooling tight in her belly at the thought of running her hands over Sterlin
