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I nodded. “Yes. I’m excited. I get to use my shiny new degree to do a job I love, and I get to do it with you while traveling the world. How could I not want to do it?”

“I want to make sure. We’ll be gone for five months.”

“Yep, and we’ll get to do our part to save a little tiny bit of the world. I’m excited to keep learning from you as your assistant.”

He leaned over, kissed me. “You’re more than my assistant. You’re my everything, and I could never do this without you. Thank you for showing me how to live and be happy again. I truly never thought it would be possible.”

I crawled on top of him, straddling him. “You showed me how to live. Together, we are going to be so happy that all the other couples in the world will be jealous.”

He laughed. “We’ll see about that. For now, can we discuss this little black dress you have on?”

I leaned in close to his ear and nibbled the lobe before whispering, “Okay, but you should know that it’s all I have on.”

He groaned, jumped up and carried me to our bedroom.

“I love you,” I told him, as he carefully unzipped the dress.

“I’m going to show you how much I love you,” he said, in a husky voice.

I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of my life with him.

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COWBOY BOSS

By Claire Adams

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2017 Claire Adams

Chapter One

Pete

Friday

I kicked back in my chair and put my feet up on the porch railing. This was my favorite time of day: right after breakfast, reading the paper I picked up in town after rustling up some breakfast, sipping on a mug of stale coffee with my scrappy old mutt lying next to

me. It was going to get hot and sticky later in the afternoon, but right now, the weather was mild with a light breeze. Just the way I liked it, in other words.

“You ever do any work, Pete?”

I looked up to see Lacey standing on the bottom step up to the porch, grinning like the troublemaker she was. She had on the usual — a worn flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up past her elbows, a pair of blue jeans, and her old brown cowboy boots. Her light hair was pulled back and hidden beneath her dusty cowboy hat, nothing but a thick yellow braid sticking out of the back. She was one of the best riders in the county, male or female, and she knew her way around a ranch.

“A man’s got to stay up on current events,” I said, smiling, too. “There’s coffee inside if you want it.”

She stepped up onto the porch, bent to scratch Riley behind the ear, and took the seat next to me. “I don’t want any of that stale crap you call coffee.”

“Suit yourself.” That meant more for me, anyway.

“You have to be the only twenty-eight-year-old who actually reads the newspaper. My granddaddy doesn’t even read it, and he’s nearly eighty.”

Laughing, I went back to looking at my paper, even though I knew I wasn’t going to get much reading done with her around. “Ain’t nothing wrong with reading the paper. I don’t have time to read anything else with how busy the ranch keeps me.”