Hazel left the office fifteen minutes later than she’d planned. Then choosing the right clothes to tour a ranch seemed impossible. She’d already laid out a simple pair of khaki shorts and a purple tank, but that hadn’t seemed right once she’d made it home.
Now she wore a light yellow blouse with tiny red flowers on it and denim capris. Total ranch tour attire. She hoped.
Harried and nervous, she kept the speedometer above the legal limit so she wouldn’t miss going with Dylan and his brothers to look at the Triple Towers Ranch.
She pulled up to his cabin at four-ten to find him sitting on the front steps, his lips puckered into a whistle. Relief cascaded over her, and she jumped out of the truck. “Sorry I’m late.”
He patted the step beside her and cut off his brilliant whistle. “We’re n
