Chapter 3
“Not ready to face the humiliation?” Lauren folded the blanket she’d slept under, still reeking slightly of horse—which she probably did now as well—and stowed it back in the helicopter.
“Didn’t bring any breakfast supplies,” Mark’s grumble greeted her tease. One glance at him told Lauren that this was a man who needed his morning coffee. The sky was pink with the pending sunrise. The bright spot of Venus, the morning star, had faded from sight less than ten minutes ago.
“I’m glad to catch breakfast,” not that she really wanted more fish.
“Careful, or I’ll make you deliver on that boast rather than flying us back to the ranch.” Mark was doing the preflight inspection of the helicopter.
Michael was using a Henderson’s Ranch ball cap he’d found under one of the helo’s seats to
