“We used to own a ranch near San Antonio,” he said when Hazel had been silent for almost five minutes. He hadn’t planned on telling her the depths of his pathetic life after they’d made their lists a few days ago.
He figured “simple” meant “boring” and while Hazel still seemed keen to hold his hand, laugh with him while they played childish board games, and talk about her life, Dylan was sure as soon as they got back to civilization, the spark between them would fizzle.
After all, what did he have to offer a woman like her? No college degree. No home. No ranch. Not even a horse or a dog.
“About halfway between the city and Boerne,” he said, his mind flowing back to the wonderful childhood he’d had—at least up until he was confronted with the ugly truth about his father. “It was a great
