WHEN THE ALARM ON HER cell phone went off at 4:30, Brooke jumped, feeling disoriented in the darkness. For a moment, she thought she was in her apartment and reached over to find the lamp on her nightstand, only to encounter a solid wall. Shaking her head, she scooted up and tried to get her bearings.
She then remembered she was here on Ryder Ranch, had volunteered to help out for who knew how long, and would be working with her birth mother and the grumpy yet gorgeous hunk she'd met at the tavern?
With a heavy groan, she reached over to the small table on the other side and turned the lamp on, squinting against the sudden brightness. She then got up and padded across the wood floor and entered the tiny bathroom. Flipping on the light switch, she blinked several times, trying to rouse he
