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wrist, and she began rubbing it in. The heavy, sweet scent of chocolate filled the air. “Mmmm, feels good, right? It’s our exclusive line of creamy massage oils. They’ll make you feel amazing…and smell good enough to eat.” The husky way the last word came out made his gut churn.
    Levi drew his arm back. Enough. He didn’t want to be touched. It had been hard enough letting Carrie do what she had the other night. Her hands on him had been surreal, amazing. Perfect. Humiliating. Even over his jeans, she had to have been able to feel how messed up his leg was. He squirmed in his seat. He needed air, and he needed this woman to get off her knees. “Thanks for the demo.” She took the hint, rising with a plastic smile.
    “So, about that square footage. How much would you need to open your spa division here on the ranch?” The rest of the interview went quickly. He barely noticed when the women gathered their things and left, his gaze drifting to the window as it had repeatedly throughout the morning. The sun was shining, the grass as green as he’d seen it yet, and he was itching to get out there and do something.
    Truthfully, he hadn’t felt this limber and light on his feet in recent memory. It was Carrie’s doing, he was convinced. He kept playing it over and over in his mind, the way she worked the pain right out of him. Maybe it had been a fluke…just his body’s reaction to being in her proximity after such a long time. She’d always had a way with touch and the ability to soothe, not only him, but others in pain as well. He was more inclined to think it was just her . And if so, he needed more.
    “Levi.” His mother’s voice drew him back. She was standing next to his chair, looking tired and pale. He rose with immediate concern. How had he not paid more attention to her during the interviews? He might have noticed then that she looked exhausted. Suffering from multiple sclerosis, Maeve had good days and bad. Luckily the good had been winning recently. But planning her wedding in two weeks and helping with the guest services portion of Paint River was taking its toll.
    “You should go lie down, Ma.” When he gently took her arm, Maeve covered his hand and gave a good squeeze. Chronic disease did nothing to weaken her tough, independent resolve.
    “I’m going to take you up on that.” Maeve checked her watch. “But first, which candidate did you like the best?”
    Levi stifled a groan. He’d been exfoliated, waxed, slathered with dirt-colored, chocolate-scented cream, and had a strange woman’s head between his legs. Limits. He had them.
    “You don’t really want me to answer that, Ma.”
    Her eyes twinkled as she patted his cheek. “You’re right. I probably don’t.” She walked out of the living room and down the hall, leaving him to gather up his flannel jacket and swipe the lock screen on his cell phone. With any luck he’d be able to catch the survey team before they left. His brothers had been planning on putting in a campground on the ranch for a while, but they were out of space. Every encroachment of the tourist side into pasture ate away at Paint River’s original purpose: raising cattle.
    Utilizing Agate Falls’ land could be beneficial—profitable—for them both. Darren had said he was open to possibilities, though preserving the land would be optimal. Levi wanted a clear plan before bringing it to Darren, and by proxy, Carrie, so they could weigh the pros and cons.
    Levi rubbed a hand over his face as he flipped through the numbers in his cell. He knew she was nervous about his plans for the ranch, but it wasn’t as if he’d be making all the decisions himself. Ultimately, it was about keeping Agate Falls operating, but he wanted to do right by her, too.
    He paused in searching for the phone number. Even when they hadn’t been together anymore, she’d been important to him. Thinking about her had gotten him through some tough shit, like gunfire over his head and