Chapter Seven
Grove Ranch, Wyoming
Early the next morning, Trescina peered out the window of the corporate jet as it landed on a wide runway. It was still dark, but thankfully the sky was clear. She could see where the runway had been cleared of the snow that had fallen overnight.
She yawned and stretched. Lifting her hands, she ran her fingers through her long, dark curls. The good thing about having such curly hair was that it always looked messy.
“Welcome to Wyoming, Ms. Bukov,” Mason Andrews said.
“Thank you. I can’t believe I slept most of the way,” she replied with a smile.
Mason chuckled. “Luckily it was a smooth ride. Chad and my wife, Ann Marie, will be here shortly. Chad explained that you had to leave your vehicle in Florida. Ann Marie is bringing one of the ranch SUVs for
