Page 87 of A Rancher's Heart

Lisa dipped her head. “I’ll agree to all your terms, except one. We expect you to send at least one text, because if I’m wrong—” She made a face. “Okay, that’s not possible. I’m never wrong, so forget I mentioned it. Text us anyway.”

Karen smacked her in the arm. “Such a brat.”

“You lurves me, you do.”

Tamara did love them both. “Why is this stuff so hard? This relationship stuff, I mean.”

Two pairs of shining eyes met hers. “So we’ll know it’s worth it in the end?” Lisa suggested.

“So we have a reason to eat ice cream, even in the middle of winter,” was Karen’s suggestion.

Tamara stared across the room at the man she was hoping to shove into a more than boss-and-nanny situation before the night was over. She’d always jumped in with two feet before.

Maybe the water would be cold, but hopefully the ride after would be worth it.