Dylan rode the high of May’s chocolate cake and kissing Hazel for several days. He had to, because life on the ranch resumed, and Hazel had a full-time job to contend with. They’d exchanged numbers, and Dylan had lost some serious sleep as he exercised his thumbs and tried to keep his laughter from waking Austin, who shared the loft with him.
He’d gone out on the ATV on Sunday so he wouldn’t have to discuss Hazel and his relationship with everyone he ran into that day. Didn’t see anyone? Didn’t have to explain anything.
So we’re still on for tomorrow night? he texted her on Thursday night while the cabin sat in darkness. She’d seemed to fit right in at the party, though it had taken her several minutes to warm up to everyone.
So we’re still on for tomorrow night?If you’re still okay to
