“Hey, Ror, wake up. We’re back at the ranch.”
“Huh?” Rory snapped his eyes open, yawned, and looked around. Sure enough, they were back at the Double J. Zane was standing by the open passenger door, a slight smile of amusement playing on his lips. Rory peeled off the blanket and swung his legs out of the cab. He was about to step down when Zane stopped him.
“Hang on, your foot’s caught.”
Rory started to bend down to free his foot but Zane stopped him and picked him up, pressing him against that full, wide, strong body before depositing him gently on the ground. Rory was nose to throat with Zane and studied up close the V caused by the man’s open-necked black shirt. Looking up, Rory saw Zane’s goatee. Was it as soft as Rory imagined? He started to raise his hand to find out.
“I hope you
