Chapter Eleven
Elaine double checked the coffee carafes, casting about for something to do. It was early yet. They wouldn’t have a rush for at least another hour. The first wave of ranchers would show up after their morning chores.
Travis hadn’t stopped by the day before. Was it because of her? Maybe he regretted kissing her. She’d never regret it for a second, even though it couldn’t happen again. Wouldn’t happen again. She winced at the dull ache throbbing in her chest. Men like Travis never went for women like her. Maybe he’d decided not to offer her the job and didn’t know how to tell her. She sighed heavily. It was probably for the best.
“We’re all set.”
She spun at the sound of Travis’s gravelly voice, a thousand butterflies taking flight in her stomach. Her nerve endings sizzled
