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“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be right back.”
Trista shook her head as she watched Nicholas jog toward the farmhouse. “That guy never changes. This ranch is his everything, that’s for sure.”
Which was something Cara had to keep in mind if she wanted to keep her heart whole.
Ten minutes later, Two Bits was rolling on his back in the pasture with the other horses, looking ungainly and undignified but happy. Cara laughed at the sight.
Then Nicholas joined them, shoving the tails of his plaid shirt into his blue jeans.
“Sorry. Again,” he said, pushing his still-damp hair away from his face. A fan of pale lines radiated from his eyes, which were steel gray against his already tan skin. The eyes of a man used to squinting at the sun, looking out over pastures and hills.
“I know I forgot all about today, but I thought about the wedding and I had a few places in mind for the ceremony,” Nicholas said, dropping a clean hat on his head. “One of them is close by, the other we’d have to drive to.”
“Let’s check the close one first,” Trista said, pulling out a digital camera.
“It’s over here. Past the barn and down the hill a bit.”
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