Kind of like standing here chatting with Nathan was comfortable. He was pleasant, an easy man to talk to.
“So where’s this amazing woman I can see that you’re dying to tell me about?”
She couldn’t have gotten a much bigger reaction with a Taser.
He’ been puttering around the kitchen, fussing over a marinade for a tub of chicken and answering her with just as little brain as she’d been using to chat with him about New York.
Suddenly she had his full attention.
“Julie’s out on a trail ride. I try not to worry. She takes the advanced riders out into the Flathead Wilderness, right up into the heart of the Rockies. She’s taken me there, but only the easier places. She’s the best rider the ranch has—I sometimes think she was born on a horse. Or maybe she’s part horse. I’ve asked her but she
