Page 23 of The Mountain Man's Heart
“Obviously, I should never get drunk again,” Olivia mutters. “But I could haveswornhe reminded me ofthecowboy.”
I sit up a little straighter and try to rack my brain over what happened that night. I can’t account for what happened the first time, but the party?
“Cowboy hats make them all look the same,” I reply slowly.
“Yeah, but there was just something about him that seemed familiar. I don’t know. Maybe that’s why we ran off and…did what we did. But at least I think I know where he is.”
“Where?” Cleo asks, absolutely engrossed in the gossip.
“A dude ranch in Texas,” Olivia says. “He’s on their website for staff. Ford Greyson. Ranch hand. Looks like my supposed husband. Maybe it is him. And Cass? He’s close. Like, same county.”
Looking over at Caleb, I feel a pressure in my chest. “Go get him. And good luck.”
Hopefully a happily ever after also runs in our family, too.
