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eggs?”
    “Sure,” she answered. “They’d make beautiful foals if you can get them together.”  She got up and pulled a loaf of bread from the cabinet.  
    “So would we, Allie,”
    Her face turned red and she busied herself, making toast. So much for a neutral topic. Not that she couldn’t picture a life together, having his babies; but it was a pointless fantasy. It would never happen. He’d have a whole new crop of willing women at the Triple M and he’d no doubt enjoy their yield. The thought made her an unhealthy shade of envy green.
    They ate their breakfast in relative silence until it was time for Jase to leave.  “What do you say we have dinner, here, tonight, instead of the main house with everyone else?” he suggested, standing to take his plate to the sink.
    She should say no. Spending time alone with him, especially in such closed quarters, was wreaking havoc on her. “That sounds good. I’ll stop by the kitchen on my way back. If I can catch Cook in a good mood maybe he’ll send some food home with me.”
    Jase laughed.  “I don’t know that I’ve ever seen Cook in a good mood, but he does have a soft spot for you.  Maybe you can use it to your advantage to get an apple crisp out of him?”
    “I’ll see what I can do.” She smiled, finding herself stuck in a gaze with him. It had been happening quite often in their first week of marriage, but she wouldn’t allow herself to raise her hopes, thinking about what it could mean.
    “I’ll see you tonight,” he said. “Have a good day.”  His hand touched her arm as he walked by, burning her skin through the material of her long-sleeved t-shirt.
    She watched him walk away, admiring the rear view of his confident gait and leather chaps exposing a firm, denim clad back-side.  By this evening, he’d smell of sweat, leather and horses; the fresh musky soap scent long gone. And she knew which one would cause her insides to melt. Looking at the glow of the stove’s clock, she saw she needed to get busy.  It wasn’t an excuse she gave Jase; she actually did have work to get done before the newest guests arrived.
    This morning she chose to walk over to the main lodge.  She’d grown up in that house, lived there since the day she was born.   It was a huge two-story log cabin, separated into three areas that looked out to the Wind River mountain range.  The two ends of the dwelling were the living areas for the Tyndale’s and Callahan’s.  All the space between was dedicated to the hospitality side of the ranch.  Four guest rooms were on the upper level, for the visitors who elected not to stay in one of the smaller cabins scattered through the ranch.  Downstairs contained the front desk, several offices, the commercial size kitchen, dining room, conference room and game room.
    Whispering Winds Ranch was in her blood. She loved this place and couldn’t imagine a life outside of it. Her parents had thought her capricious when she’d insisted on going to college only to return a few months later. The truth was, it took going away to make her realize how much the ranch meant to her. Her parent’s had put her in charge of guest relations and she loved her role. Not only did she always get to meet new and interesting people, but she also got to share her love of this land with these people. It was her responsibility to showcase all Whispering Winds had to offer and give each guest their best experience possible.
    Granted, it wasn’t always easy.  Last year Mr. Sampson and his wife arrived with their two spoiled children; a grumpier, more demanding family she had never met.  Or when Mrs. Whittle insisted her dog have his own room.  Not to mention fixing the mistakes she’d made along the way.  When her parents first gave her control of guest relations, she’d fouled up big-time. Her parents told her she needed to shape up or lose her position. It took some time to adjust to the responsibility, but that was the one area of her