The Thanksgiving food drive the following Saturday—the weekend before Thanksgiving—was an important event for The Mommy Club. Marissa donated some canned goods, but more important than that, she was helping prepare baskets and boxes for families in need. This year, Sara had volunteered to children-sit for all the volunteers.
Kaitlyn and her husband, Adam, had their heads together over a laptop. They were figuring out the best route to deliver baskets to those families who couldn’t pick up their own or had no transportation to do so. Adam’s sister Tina, who was living at the guesthouse at the winery, had left her baby in Sara’s care while she inserted coupons into the boxes that were already assembled. The Mommy Club had helped her, too, and she wanted to pay it forward.
They all did.
Sara’s husband, Jase, carried in cartons of canned goods that had been left at drop-off points. Spotting Jase, Marissa thought about Scott Donaldson’s request for her to take him on as a client and plan a Christmas event for him. If she could take on private clients like him, she wouldn’t have to ask Jase for a raise.
She wasn’t going to talk to Jase about that today. Everyone here was focused on what they were doing. She needed to wait for the right moment and do it the proper way so he didn’t think she wanted to leave Raintree Winery. She appreciated so much everything he’d done for her.
Marissa had just labeled a box with the name Croft when she spied Ty entering the social hall. What was he doing here?
Ty canvased the room, appearing to absorb every bit of activity. He nodded to Jase as he came deeper in. After all, they had met.
Ty’s gaze scanned the row of volunteers and stopped when he spotted her. Every one of his bootfalls toward her made her more aware of him. As he closed the distance between them, she felt the reactions in her body—from the shiver up her spine to the hummingbird heart rate of her pulse.
He had some kind of male pheromones that were more potent than any liquor or aphrodisiac she could imagine. One of the problems was, other women probably had the same reaction to him.
She spotted a couple of female heads turn. After all, he was the epitome of a rugged cowboy.
“Good morning,” he said with a tip of his hat, and the smile that had led her into bed with him.
“Good morning to you, too. Did you come to help?”
“I can give a hand if you need it, but I don’t belong to The Mommy Club.” Again he gave her that smile that curled her toes.
“You could. Anyone who helps belongs to The Mommy Club.” She gestured around the room. “All these baskets go to families who otherwise wouldn’t have a Thanksgiving dinner.”
His smile faded. “I know what it’s like,” he mumbled. “When my dad and I lived in Texas—” He stopped abruptly. She realized he hadn’t meant to confide anything, at least not here.
“It doesn’t matter,” he said with a shake of his head. “You’re doing good here.”
“Why did you really come?”
“I remembered seeing this food drive on the Chamber of Commerce website. I went over to your place, and when you weren’t home, I figured you might be here. I have great powers of deduction. You seem dedicated to this Mommy Club.”
“I am, and your powers of deduction were right on. Why did you want to see me?”
“I need to know if you’ve come to a decision. I’d like to start making plans.”
“Plans?”
“I want you to think about something, Marissa. My uncle has been alone for more years than I want to count. Some of that is my fault, and I want to rectify it. I haven’t come back to the Cozy C often enough, and I regret it. So this year, I’d like to give Unc a real Thanksgiving. Imagine how much more special the holiday would be if you and Jordan were living there with us.”
Sure, her finances were a consideration and Ty had suggested she’d be better off by living at the Cozy C. Not having to parent alone was also a consideration. He’d mentioned that, too. And she didn’t know if he was ever going to forgive her for keeping Jordan’s birth from him, for keeping the first fourteen months of their baby’s life a secret. She realized that to the bottom of her heart.
This new reason for her coming to live at the Cozy C jabbed at her emotions. Didn’t everyone need family? Didn’t everyone need a home?
Kaitlyn or Sara would include her in their celebration. There was no doubt about that. But Ty was Jordan’s father. Eli was his great-uncle. Didn’t that mean a whole lot?
Ty studied her with an intense regard. He didn’t push. Although he didn’t say “think about it,” she knew that’s what she’d do.
Instead, he said, “I’ll help out for an hour or so. I was up before dawn working on the cabins but I’m waiting for supplies to roll in. I can help Jase Cramer unload that truck out there if you think that would be of help.”
“It would,” she assured him.
He nodded. “I’ll let you know before I leave.”
The subtext to that was easy. He’d like her decision before he left.
Marissa watched him walk away, thinking about that night they’d shared. How could she help it? That night he’d been so sexy, but caring, and interested in her pleasure, too. She’d seen that caring with Jordan. She had to admit she’d like to see more of it—with both her and her baby.
An hour later she’d finished up with one station of packing boxes and was about to take a break and visit with Jordan, who was happily sitting with Sara. They were looking at a book that made animal noises. He laughed every time he pushed a spot on the page and a moo or a hee-haw blared out.
Marissa went to him and bent down. “Are you having fun?”
He looked up at her, then went back to what he was doing.
“I can see you really miss me,” she said with a laugh.
“He was watching you. He knew exactly where you were,” Sara assured her.
And Marissa had known exactly where Ty was as well as Jordan.
After unloading the truck with Jase, he’d gone on to help sort the boxes. Now he came over to Marissa and Jordan.
She introduced him to Sara, and Sara gave Marissa a knowing look.
Ty took Marissa’s elbow. His clasp was light, but the expression in his eyes wasn’t. “Can we talk a few minutes?” he asked. “I’m getting ready to leave.”
They stepped over to a corner of the room where the volunteers weren’t working, where the kids weren’t playing. He didn’t have to ask her the question that was obviously on his mind.
“I thought about everything you said,” she told him before he could speak.
He tipped his Stetson up with his forefinger and gave her a perusal that seemed to see deep inside of her. “And?” he prompted.
“You don’t know exactly what’s going to happen with the Cozy C. I don’t know if living with you will work out. But I would like to move out of my apartment into something new. I can come stay with you temporarily and we can see if the arrangement works. In the meantime, I’ll look for a new place in case I need it.”
“In case our arrangement doesn’t work,” he said with a frown.
“Or...in case your uncle decides to sell the Cozy C.”
“That’s not going to happen,” Ty growled.
But Marissa countered, “You could receive an offer neither of you could refuse.”
Ty had started to shake his head, but Marissa held up her hand. “This will give us time, Ty, to see if we can parent together. Is that okay with you?”
“Who knew you could be a negotiator,” he responded with a grimace. But then he looked toward Jordan and nodded. “We’ll make it work, and we’ll give Jordan a holiday that will give him a sense of family.”
Marissa knew a holiday could be emotion-packed, and not all of the emotions were pleasant ones. But Ty wanted to make good memories, and so did she.
Thanksgiving, here we come.
* * *
On Monday morning, Marissa felt a bit nervous as she approached Jase in his office. At his desk, in a high-backed burgundy leather swivel chair, he turned his attention from his computer monitor to her.
“I’d like to talk to you for a few minutes,” she said. “Do you have time?”
“Sure, I have time. Is there a problem with one of the clients...their orders?”
“No, nothing like that.”
He motioned to the chair in front of his desk. “Have a seat.”
She did and wiped her palms on her slacks. She wasn’t exactly sure how to go about this, but she figured it was best if she simply told Jase what had happened—on more than one front.
“Someone approached me about planning an event for him.”
Jase’s brows arched. “Who?”
“Scott Donaldson, the real estate developer. I wondered if you’d mind if I take on an outside job.”
“I’ve run into Scott now and then,” he said, studying her. After a silent lull, he went on, “Tell me, are you happy here at Raintree Winery?”
“Oh, yes, I am. But...I can use the extra money.”
Jase looked thoughtful for a moment. “I can offer you a raise.” He mentioned a figure. “I certainly want to keep you here. But I also don’t want to hold you back. Are you thinking about going out on your own with an event-planning business?”
“No, nothing like that. At least not now.”
“You’re a valuable employee, Marissa, and I don’t want to lose you. If you feel you need to take on extra work for whatever reason, I don’t object.”
“It won’t affect my work here. But something else might.”
Now Jase looked concerned.
“You’ve met Ty Conroy... He’s Jordan’s dad. He wants to try parenting...together...at the Cozy C.”
Jase’s brows creased. “I’m not going to interfere in your personal life, Marissa, but that’s a plunge into something serious.”
“Don’t I know it. But with the holidays and all, it might be a good thing for everyone. So I told Ty I’d move in temporarily. Can I have a day off this week—tomorrow or Wednesday?”
Jase thought about it. “You’re so efficient we’re caught up for Thanksgiving. You can take the week. Next week we’ll deal with the Christmas orders rush.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m positive. Moving into the Cozy C with a baby is going to be an adjustment. You’ll need the time.”
“Thank you,” she said gratefully.
“No thanks necessary. You often put in extra hours for me and don’t add them to your time sheet. Don’t think I don’t notice.” He paused, then asked, “What if living at the ranch doesn’t work out?”
“I’ll look for another available apartment. If living at the ranch doesn’t work out, with a raise and an outside project or two, I can afford to live someplace better.”
Jase nodded. “So this isn’t an impulsive decision.”
“No, I don’t make those anymore.” She hadn’t made an impulsive decision since the night she’d slept with Ty Conroy. She knew better now. Consequences and a sense of responsibility had taught her that she needed to plan.
That’s exactly what she was doing.
* * *
Ty was ready for moving day on Tuesday. At least he thought he was until he’d showed up at Marissa’s apartment with his truck and laid eyes on her again. Seeing her in jeans and a T-shirt with her hair tied back in a ponytail, he was hard-pressed to keep his focus on getting her furniture into that truck.
He had to focus, however, when Jase Cramer pulled into the parking lot in front of the apartment.
Marissa told Ty, “He offered to help and I accepted.”
Ty knew Marissa had her support network and he couldn’t interfere in that. He didn’t want to interfere in that. He was just wondering how he fit in.
Marissa really didn’t have that much to move. Ty had emptied out the one bedroom used for storage at the ranch house. He’d wanted Marissa to be comfortable and feel at home, so her bedroom set would go in there. They’d put Jordan’s crib in one of the smaller bedrooms.
By afternoon, they were all moved in at the Cozy C. Extra pieces, like Marissa’s slip-covered couch, had been stowed in one of the outside storage sheds.
As Ty made sure the mattress was sitting on the bed correctly in Marissa’s bedroom, Jase appeared with a white milk glass hobnail lamp and set it on the nightstand. He studied Ty a moment, and then said, “Marissa’s a good friend.” He looked around the bedroom. “This bedroom suite is the one thing she inherited from her mother, and it means a lot to her.”
Ty hadn’t known that and he wished he had. But he and Marissa hadn’t had any long sit-down conversations since they’d spotted each other at the physical therapy center. Everything to date had been about Jordan. Ty figured Marissa was using that as a defensive maneuver. Maybe he was, too.
“I know Marissa has made a life for herself,” Ty said. “I want to do the same thing.”
“It’s a different life than you’ve known.” Jase plugged in the lamp and glanced over his shoulder at Ty.
“Yeah, it sure is. But I intend to make this vacation ranch venture a success. I’m also going to learn how to be a dad, a good one. And I know there are responsibilities that go with it.”
“And what about Marissa? How does she fit into your life? Just as the mother of your son?”
“I’m not sure that’s any of your business,” Ty said pointedly.
But Jase didn’t get ruffled. “You don’t know how she fits in, do you?” he asked.
“Everything’s a bit up in the air right now,” Ty admitted.
Instead of warning Ty away from Marissa, as Ty thought Jase might, the former photojournalist said, “When I first met Sara, she was married with a two-year-old. She was my physical therapist, and I’d come through a hard time. The next time we came in contact, she was a widow, a single mom with a four-year-old. She had to put Amy first. We had to feel our way carefully until, well, I guess we couldn’t be careful any longer.” He hesitated a second, then said, “I guess what I’m trying to say is that this trial period with Marissa is probably a good thing...for both of you.”
Ty wasn’t sure what to say to that so he just nodded. “I’m not expecting too much, or expecting too little. We’ll just see how it goes.”
The two men left the bedroom then, and Ty almost felt like an alien on a strange planet. One day he was riding bulls, driving from state to state, winning championship purses. The next he was in a hospital room in Houston, looking at a recovery that was going to take months, if not longer. Now he was in his uncle’s ranch house, and the woman he was strongly attracted to would be sleeping in the bedroom next door. Did fate have a sense of humor or what?
* * *
It was late afternoon when Ty stood with Marissa in Jordan’s room. The baby had fallen asleep downstairs and Ty had carried him up to his crib.
“He might be up late tonight,” Marissa warned. “If this is a late nap—”
“It doesn’t matter.”
She eyed Ty cautiously. “Babies often wake up in the middle of the night—maybe two, three times. I never know. Jordan’s usually a good sleeper, but in a strange place, I don’t know what will happen.”
“If he wakes up and you think he’s scared, come get me. I can always take the crib down and put it up in your room.”
Marissa wasn’t sure what to think of this Ty. She’d always thought of him as fun. Maybe she just hadn’t looked for any deeper qualities. Or, on the other hand, maybe she’d sensed them all along.
“I’d like to hang decals on his walls. Maybe of horses. I don’t have to make a nail hole or anything.”
“Whatever you want to do. Unc and I won’t mind a few holes if you want to hang pictures. More than anything, Marissa, I want you and Jordan to feel at home.”
At home. How long had it been since she’d really had a home? Ever since her mom died, she’d felt as if she’d lost her roots. Ty didn’t realize that what he was offering her was awfully tempting. But they had a lot of bridges to cross before she could even think about staying here permanently. And if she did, in what capacity?
“Can we talk a minute?” she asked.
“Sure. Your room?”
She’d already made up her room and she supposed that was as good an idea as any. She nodded, expecting Ty to precede her out. He didn’t. He stayed by Jordan’s crib, resting his thumb over the little boy’s forehead. There was an expression on Ty’s face she’d never seen before. Was that longing? Longing for home and family?
As she entered her room, she paused at the dresser. She always gravitated toward it. She could remember her mom standing in front of it. She’d laid a crocheted scarf there that her grandmother had made. A comb and brush and a framed photo of Jordan sat to one side. On the other side, she’d positioned a glass perfume bottle. It was pink with gold leaf squiggles and a painted white flower. It was a treasured memento.
Ty came in behind her and met her eyes in the mirror. “What’s that?” he asked.
“It holds perfume,” she said with a little catch in her voice. “My grandma gave it to my mom for her birthday one year.”
“You like pretty things.”
Marissa quickly shook her head. “I like memories. When I take off the stopper, I can still smell the scent of her perfume. It takes me back. It helps me feel like she’s still watching over me—like both of them are.”
Ty didn’t seem to know what to say to that. But then he said, “It’s tough losing a parent. No matter how it happens.”
Marissa was ready to go deeper into that subject for his sake as well as hers when he changed the course of the conversation. She noticed that whenever they got a little too personal, he did that with topics he didn’t want to talk about.
“What did you want to speak to me about?” he asked.
“I need to feel as if I’m useful while I’m here. After all, you’re giving me room and board.”
His brow furrowed. “This isn’t about room and board. You’re Jordan’s mom. You don’t have to do anything while you’re here.”
“I don’t want to feel beholden, so just listen to me, okay?”
“Okay,” he agreed. “Shoot.”
“I can cook. I’d like to help out with meals.”
Ty thought that over, then he nodded. “I’m sure Unc would appreciate that, and I would, too.”
“And I want to help out with anything else that needs to be done. You said something about staining trim work at the cabins. I can do that.”
This time Ty wasn’t so quick to answer. “Maybe you can. But I don’t know if I want you doing that. Let me think about it.”
She would have moved away then but he took her arm, and when he did, she remembered the feel of his hands on her body, the way his kisses lifted her higher than she’d ever been lifted before.
His voice was low and gruff when he said, “This is going to work out, Marissa.”
When she looked into those blue eyes of his, she could almost believe him.
When she looked into those blue eyes of his, she wanted to be held in his arms.
As if he’d read her thoughts, he folded one arm around her and he lifted her chin with his thumb. “We were magic that night,” he said.
Had they been magic? Or had she felt too alone to be alone? Had Ty’s sense of humor and sexy appeal wrapped itself around her as his arm was now? She could step back, step away, leave the room. But, oh, how she didn’t want to. His arm around her, his thumb on her chin was just a taste of what they’d had that night.
She knew what was going to happen. After all, ever since they’d made love, she’d wondered how she’d feel if he kissed her again. She wondered how she’d feel if he touched her again. And now here he was doing it.
As his lips took hers, she remembered another way she’d felt that night—as if she belonged to him. Now as his tongue slid into her mouth, as he explored her, pulled her closer, touched her cheek so sensually she wanted to cry, she kissed him back. Not only did she kiss him back, she took hold of his shoulders, felt the male strength there and reacted like a woman who’d been hungry for a man’s kiss for much too long.
“Marissa,” he whispered, breaking the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck. He stopped to say, “This is right. You know it is.”
Although she felt almost drugged by Ty’s sexual appeal, by his warm touch, by his male scent, she was aware of the bed too, only about a foot away. She was aware of her mother’s furniture in a strange house. But most of all, her motherly instincts kicked in, and she was totally aware of Jordan only about fifteen feet away. She might want to drown in Ty’s kiss, but she knew better than to let him take it further than that. She knew better than to let herself take it further than that.
She shook her head and pushed away, breaking their contact but unable to break that wild connection.
She kept shaking her head and said, “No, we can’t kiss and...” She threw her hands up in frustration. “And do any more than that, because I came here for Jordan’s sake. We have a lot to figure out, and I’m not going to let a kiss from you muddle my thinking.”
When she’d started speaking, he’d looked a little defensive. But now a smile twitched up the corner of his mouth. “My kisses muddle your thinking?”
“You know they do. I wouldn’t have slept with you if they didn’t.” She hadn’t wanted to say it that bluntly, but that was the gist of what had happened.
“You think that night was just about kisses?” he asked more seriously now.
“Maybe not,” she confessed. “But you’re starting a new venture, and I’m trying to get used to the fact that you’re in my life now. And in Jordan’s. So let’s just concentrate on that.”
“It’s hard to do,” he muttered, “when you look so darn pretty, and every time I turn around, I can smell your shampoo.”
“Do you want me to change shampoos?” She was teasing because she wanted to keep the atmosphere between them light if she could.
“No, I don’t want you to change shampoos. I like it. But if I look at you as if I want to kiss you, I probably do.” He headed toward the door. “Unc is making his favorite chili for supper. Is that okay with you?”
“Does he use hot sauce?” she asked.
“He does.”
“If I could take a bit of it out before he puts the hot sauce in, I can give some to Jordan.”
“Good idea. See, this is working out already.”
She rolled her eyes as he left the room. Working out? They’d just have to see about that.
* * *
Late Wednesday morning, the oven timer went off while Marissa was mentally reviewing the preparations for Thanksgiving dinner the next day. She’d given Ty a shopping list last night and he’d bought everything on it, including a turkey so big he’d probably have to help her lift it into the oven.
They hadn’t been around each other much since that kiss. He was respecting her wishes and she was trying to keep out of his way.
In his play saucer, Jordan happily spoke gibberish as Eli came into the kitchen. Earlier he’d said he was going to muck out a few stalls while Ty was at physical therapy.
As he washed his hands at that new kitchen sink, he grumbled about it. “What a faucet! As if I don’t have the strength to turn one on. And that new smartphone that Ty got me...what happened to just using a phone to talk to someone? What next?”
She had to admit she liked Eli. Oh, he was gruff sometimes, but he was honest and they seemed to understand each other.
He glanced at the four pumpkin pies already cooling on the table. “I thought I heard the timer go off on my way in.”
“You did. Can you watch Jordan for a couple of seconds until I take these last two pies out of the oven?”
“Sure.”
He went over to the little boy and said, “Mom is making us something good to eat, but I don’t think we’re going to need all of them.”
She laughed as she opened the oven door. “Two of them are for us. The other four will go to the community center. Sara Cramer’s going to pick them up later. They’re serving dinner there for anyone who won’t have food on the table for Thanksgiving.”
As she placed one pie and then the other on cooling racks on the table, Eli said, “That could have been me if it weren’t for Ty. But I would have been too proud to go.”
“Even if your stomach was empty?” she asked. “I know what that’s like, too, Mr. Conroy. My mom and I had some rough times. But she always did what was best for me. She was a proud woman, but she often accepted handouts so I wouldn’t go hungry. I respected her for that.”
“Sometimes women do that better than men,” Eli admitted. Then he said, “If you’re going to live here, you can’t keep calling me Mr. Conroy. How about trying out Eli?”
“I can do that, Eli,” she said easily, happy that he’d asked her to.
Eli had placed his foot on the bottom rung of Jordan’s saucer to keep him from walking and spinning his wheels. But now Jordan started to jump up and down and move side to side. He wanted to go.
Eli laughed. “I’d forgotten what it was like to have a young’un around.”
“Not too much noise?” she asked.
“Nah. I didn’t hear him at all last night. But then my rooms are pretty far from his. Did he sleep okay?”
“He has his own crib to sleep in, and his Humpty Dumpty night-light. He seems satisfied.”
“Ty put him to bed last night, didn’t he?” Eli sounded kind of proud when he said it.
“Yes, he did. Jordan likes the sound of his voice. I heard Ty telling him about the clowns at the rodeo before he went to sleep.”
“So you think this is going to work out?” Eli asked her bluntly.
She answered just as bluntly. “It’s too soon to tell.”
Eli was thinking that over when they heard a truck rumble down the lane and park. It was Ty’s truck. Marissa already knew the sound of the engine.
Moments later, Ty was coming up the steps in the back and into the kitchen. But when Marissa saw him, he looked worn-out, and he was leaning heavily on his cane. She turned back to the pies and rearranged them on the table, figuring he wouldn’t want her glimpsing his pain.
Obviously Eli wasn’t keeping quiet. “How was PT?”
Without a word, Ty went to the freezer and took out an ice pack. “PT came and it went,” he said, then he disappeared into the living room.
Eli exchanged a glance with Marissa. “I’ll watch the baby if you want to check on him.”
Eli’s concern was obvious, and Marissa was concerned about Ty, too. Did he always come back from a physical therapy session looking as if he’d ridden in three rodeos?
“Thanks,” she said to Eli. She ruffled Jordan’s hair as she passed him.
She found Ty seated in a corduroy armchair, staring out the window. He had his leg propped up on the large hassock, the ice pack balanced there.
She sat on the space beside his foot and waited until he looked at her.
“What?” he asked in a low voice that said he didn’t want to talk about anything.
“What’s wrong?” she asked. “Rough physical therapy session?”
“I worked the muscles too hard and I strained one of them.”
“Aw, Ty.”
“I don’t need your pity.”
He shifted in the chair as if he were going to stand, but she moved closer so he couldn’t and he stayed seated.
But he scowled. “I don’t need a pep talk, either.”
“You’re impatient about recovery,” she guessed.
“You’re right—I am. It’s been almost five gosh-darn months. Yeah, I’m back on a horse, but I’m using a mounting block. And a special saddle that’s easier on the knee. Cripes,” he muttered.
She didn’t know how to help him. “You’re too impatient. Your body will find its own pace. You’re young and strong, Ty. You’ll recover but it’s going to take time. You’re putting the effort in, but recovery takes more than effort.”
“How do you know so much?”
“I work with Jase. He talks about what he went through after he got shot in Kenya and came back home to recuperate. It wasn’t easy for him, either. Maybe you should talk to him about it.”
“I read about that online. He was shot by a gang of bandits when he was photographing children in a refugee camp, right?”
“Yep. Something he couldn’t have foreseen, either. He didn’t want to come back to his father’s winery, but now he can’t imagine being anywhere else.”
“I suppose there’s a message in that.”
“Maybe.”
Ty had leaned forward as they were talking, and her knee was practically brushing his thigh. Serious conversation had revved up emotion between them, and they could both feel it. Their kiss yesterday practically flashed like a movie streaming in front of their eyes.
Marissa licked suddenly dry lips.
Ty groaned and leaned forward a little more. “You are the most tempting woman—”
The sound of Ty’s cell phone buzzing broke the electric current sizzling between them. With a sigh and a quick sly smile, Ty reached in his pocket for his phone. “Saved by the proverbial bell,” he remarked.
She moved back on the hassock to put a little distance between them.
“Hi, Clint,” he said into his phone. “It’s good to hear from you.”
Marissa would have gotten up to leave, but Ty held up a finger. He wanted her to stay. What now?
“Sure, that’s great that you’ll be here tomorrow. Hold on a minute.” He put the phone on Mute and looked up at Marissa.
“Clint said he’ll be getting in in the early hours of the morning. He’ll be staying in the bunkhouse. But I wanted to check with you before I invited him for Thanksgiving dinner. Would that be okay?”
“We have more than enough food,” she said with a smile, remembering Ty had said Clint was an old friend.
Ty turned his attention back to the phone and asked Clint, “You will have Thanksgiving dinner with us tomorrow, won’t you?”
Marissa wondered how one of Ty’s rodeo friends was going to enter into the mix. Would this Clint bring back memories of rodeo escapades Ty couldn’t shake? Or would he be a buffer between her and Ty and actually make things easier between them?
Maybe a holiday dinner would reveal a bit of the future. Or maybe it would remind Ty of the past that he’d like to have back.