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feeling warm and fluttery on the inside. “We just hooked up for the night.”
    Rocky gave him a doubtful look. “Uh-huh. I think there was more than a one-night stand’s worth of sexual tension between you two.”
    Salt didn’t really have a reply for that, because, truth be told, he hadn’t got enough of Andy.
    “I’m going to go see to the pastures, take the newbies out and show them what’s what. Why don’t you—”
    “I’m not hanging around here waiting to see if Andy shows up,” Salt said, cutting Rocky off. Even if he did want to do just that, he wouldn’t. “I got a job to do, Rocky. Mooning about like some lovesick fool for a guy I just got off with and don’t really know? That’s ridiculous.” Plus, he’d probably come off as a stalker or something. “I’ll take that one new guy, Ramsey, and have him check the horses in the North pasture with me. Who’s in the barns?”
    They worked out who would be where and doing what, then Salt found Ramsey and got on with doing his job. If he thought more often about Andy than he was comfortable with, well, he told himself it was just because it’d been so long since he’d been with anyone else. It had nothing to do with that longing he’d just acknowledged, or the way he kept seeing Andy’s smile in his mind.
    * * * *
    Waking up alone wasn’t unexpected, but for some reason, it sent Andy’s mood plummeting. He’d known Salt had to get back to the ranch, but he guessed he’d been hoping maybe Salt would head back later.
    It wasn’t just because Andy had wanted to fuck him, either. That realisation was almost enough to send Andy running for home. He wasn’t sure what was going on with him, but it was unusual.
    Then he found the short note written by Salt. The man had surprisingly elegant handwriting, almost artistic, really. Andy carefully lifted the note from the rest of the pad. He carried it over to the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress while he read Salt’s words.
    There was nothing special about them, really, and yet hope and something very much like joy bubbled up inside Andy. He wanted to see this man again, talk to Salt, touch him. They’d had a good time. Andy knew it wasn’t just him. Salt had laughed and they’d talked more than anything else. It’d been different, and Andy wanted more of it.
    That didn’t mean strings and a commitment. Salt probably didn’t want either of those things any more than Andy did. Yet when he told himself that, Andy’s gut went tight and that budding joy kind of just snuffled itself right out.
    Andy groaned and rubbed his forehead with one hand, still holding the note with the other. What was wrong with him? It’d been a rough decade or so. Longer, even, but he’d thought he was okay. Living his life the way he wanted to now, finally.
    Except he was beginning to suspect that wasn’t the case.
    His cell phone rang and his heart raced. Andy scooted up the bed until he could snatch his phone off the nightstand. He saw the local area code and his heart just about beat right out of his chest. There was something like hope burning in there.
    “Hello?” he said after answering the call. He sounded a little breathless, but Andy put that down to moving so quick to grab the phone.
    When he heard the drawling voice over the line, he knew instantly it wasn’t Salt. His good mood shot downhill like a rollercoaster on that first steep drop. Good hell, he was going to have to get on some medication if his moods kept swinging all over the place.
    But he listened and after a few minutes, he was back to feeling almost cheery again. He had an appointment at the Mossy Glenn in two hours to meet with the foreman and try to convince him to buy Organic Feeds’ line of products. Carlos had sounded like a no-nonsense kind of man, so Andy firmly told himself not to bullshit him.
    Some customers liked being fed a line, pandered to. They expected to be haggled with and for Andy to be kind of…smarmy. He hated