Hazel showed up at Grape Seed Ranch a half an hour early, as Dylan had asked her to. He sat on the front steps, and when he glanced up and saw her truck, he jumped to his feet, a smile filling his whole face.
He opened her door only a moment after she put the truck in park, and she giggled as he pulled her out of the cab and cradled her face in his large hands.
“How are you today?” he asked, his gaze dropping to her mouth.
“Great,” she said. “I took a long nap yesterday, believe it or not.” She gave a fake yawn. “Some of us aren’t used to getting up at five a.m.” She slid her hands across his shoulders and around his neck, laughing outright when he picked her up and swung her around.
“I’ve seen these moves before, cowboy,” she said, a feeling of life and light entering her that she had
