A Rancher's Christmas. Ann Roth

Lucky’s hulking truck. Traffic was light, but then in Saddlers Prairie it always was. Her mind wandered. She couldn’t get over Zach’s kissing her and how much she’d enjoyed it. In Uncle Lucky’s office of all places.

      Her uncle had only been gone a few days. They hadn’t even held the funeral yet, and here she was fantasizing about the hunky foreman. What was she thinking?

      That was the trouble—she hadn’t thought at all. She’d simply reacted. Boy, had she.

      Up in rancher heaven, Uncle Lucky was probably shaking his head, wondering if she’d lost her mind.

      She had—temporarily. Zach Horton wasn’t her type. Besides, she wouldn’t be here long. Getting involved with him was a bad idea.

      Involved? Gina frowned. Just where had that idea come from? So they’d shared a few kisses. Fabulous, bone-melting kisses, the thought of which, even now, made her lips tingle and her stomach flutter. They didn’t mean anything and wouldn’t happen again.

      Though if Zach did kiss her again, she wasn’t at all sure she’d stop him.

      Her cell phone rang. Grateful for the interruption and eager to get her mind off Zach and his kisses, she set her phone on speaker mode and picked up.

      “It’s Carrie,” her assistant said.

      Gina started guiltily. She hadn’t thought about work or Carrie since early this morning. “It’s about time you called me back,” she chided. “Where have you been all day?”

      “Where do you think I’ve been?” Carrie sounded defensive.

      “I called you early this morning—hours ago.”

      “The note from Marsha didn’t say it was urgent. Did she tell you that I was at the office until almost nine-thirty last night? I was up before dawn this morning and worked from home. Then I stopped in at a few of the Grant stores so that I could get a visual to go with the numbers they’ve been sharing.” She filled Gina in on what she’d observed. “I sent you an email with all the details. Did you see it?”

      “Not yet, but I’ll be checking soon.” On the way back from the attorney’s office.

      Things seemed to be going well, and Gina smiled. “That sounds good, Carrie. I’m impressed with what you’ve done. I thought you were supposed to have dinner last night with that guy you met at the bar.”

      “Chad. Yeah, but it was too late for dinner, so we had drinks instead. We made a dinner date for this weekend.”

      Been there, done that. Getting ahead sometimes meant putting your personal life on hold. “I’m glad he’s flexible,” Gina said.

      “Chad’s an attorney—he understands long hours. That’s one of the many things we have in common.”

      Everything Carrie said reminded Gina of herself and Wayne. When they’d first started dating they’d both thought they shared a number of interests. But after a few months, they’d realized that the only thing they really had in common was the desire to climb the corporate ladder. Neither of them had been upset when they’d parted ways.

      “Have you had a chance to work on any of our other campaigns?” Gina asked. “Is there anything I should know about?”

      She heard the sound of papers shuffling. “Oh, you know—the usual reports and phone calls. All the companies are anxious about their holiday campaigns.”

      Something in her voice put Gina on alert. “Is everything okay? If you need help, tell me now.”

      “I don’t! It’s super busy, but I’m handling it,” Carrie assured, sounding extra perky.

      Too perky. Gina’s worry radar kicked up again. But then, like herself, her assistant thrived on deadlines and stress, so maybe the bubbly enthusiasm was for real.

      “Look for an updated report on the Grant stores tomorrow,” Carrie added.

      “Do you think you could send it this afternoon? With the funeral tomorrow, I doubt I’ll be checking email until the following day.”

      “I’ll try. How are you?”

      Gina didn’t have to think long about that. She’d just been kissed more thoroughly than she could ever remember, by a man she had no business kissing, and already she wanted more. She was a confused wreck.

      She shook her head. “At the moment, I’m driving my uncle’s old four-speed truck down an all-but-deserted two-lane highway to his attorney’s office.”

      “That doesn’t sound fun. You take care of yourself and your family, and don’t worry about me or work. Things are great here.”

      Gina disconnected, dismissed her concerns and went right back to thinking of Zach’s kisses.