Chapter Thirty-One
Cheyenne burst into the tent. “Was that who I think it was?”
Kate’s body flushed. Heated straight up from her toes.
“It was, wasn’t it?” Cheyenne crowed. “Well?” She could hardly contain herself. “Did he sweep you off your feet and profess his undying love?”
Kate shook her head, unable to stop the burning in her cheeks. She wouldn’t let herself surrender to giddiness just yet, as much as she wanted to dance around her tent and laugh with the joy and abandon of a little kid. Cash loved her. Truly, deeply. In spite of her meddling mother, in spite of the press. Just her. He loved her. And she loved him too, without reservation.
Anticipation swirled in her gut. Based on her conversation with Cash, she suspected he would be fully on board with her plans to open a record
