Chapter Eight
Cody’s phone buzzed where he’d tossed it on the counter.
Carolina: Should I save you a spot at the game?
Right. The fundraiser for the veterans at Resolution Ranch.
If he remembered correctly, Emma Sinclaire had connections with the Kansas City Kings, and had arranged for an exhibition game to raise money for Prairie’s local veterans. Cody had been so focused on his new workout regimen, he hadn’t paid attention to much else the last few weeks. His days had slipped into a pattern of wake-up, ranch, PT or weights, protein lunch, yoga, dinner, sleep. On Fridays, he’d hit the Trading Post for a game of pool. It might be boring as f**k, but his strength was returning. And he’d been surprised at how much the yoga had helped. His limp, while still present, was diminishing. Anoth
