Who Wouldn't Love a Cowboy?. C.J. Carmichael

looked very serious.

      “That’s unfortunate. You must have come in the back way.”

      “Yes. The recommended way, according to my GPS, but it was made very clear to me that I mustn’t do that again.”

      “So you met Jason?”

      “If Jason is the owner of this place, then I guess I did. He didn’t bother with introductions.”

      “I’m not surprised. His name is Jason Dowcett. His family has owned this land for four generations.”

      “He’s not the friendliest guy, is he? I’m surprised he runs a dude ranch operation.”

      George sighed. “He used to be different.”

      “Really?” Sounded like a story. Callie’s journalist instincts went on high alert. “What happened?”

      But George acted like he hadn’t heard the question and went to the table to check a linen covered basket. “Naomi just brought these scones out of the oven ten minutes ago. You should eat them while they’re warm.”

      He smiled, waved and practically ran out the door.