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Wes reached up and tucked a lock of hair behind my ear. “Then tell me something else,” he said.

“What do you want to know?”

“You,” he said simply. “Tell me something no one else knows.”

I took a bite of pecan pie and thought about it.

Honestly, I thought there were a lot of things that no oneelse knew because I didn’t know if anyone actually knew me, or if anyone ever actually wanted to.

And if that was true, I was happy that Wes would be the first.

“When I was little, I wanted to be aPrice Is Rightmodel,” I blurted. Of course that’s what I went with. “I loved the idea of getting to drop a Plinko ball, show off a new blender, and drag my fingers across a brand-new Volvo.”

Wes was smiling so wide that his cheeks had to hurt. “Ada Hart,” he said earnestly, “you would’ve made onehellof aPrice Is Rightmodel.”

I laughed and shoved his shoulder. “Shut up.”

And that’s how it went for the next couple of hours. We traded stories and anecdotes, and I carefully added new pieces of Wes to my growing collection of things about him that I was holding close to my heart.

Chapter 23

Wes

On Thursday, I had come back to the Big House to feed Loretta before heading back out to the ranch when my phone rang.

It was Ada.

“Hey, sweetheart,” I said in greeting.

“Hi, cowboy.” The sound of her voice made my heart do a backflip. If I was half in love with Ada a couple of weeks ago, I was all the way in love with her now.

But she didn’t need to know that. Not yet.

“What’s up? Everything okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, do you think you’ll be able to stop by the site today? There are a few things I want to run by you before we start moving furniture in next week.” I couldn’t believe it was already that time. There was about a month left to go on the project, and Ada wasbusy.She’d been leaving Baby Blue later and later each day. I knew she was tired, and I wished there was something I could do for her.

But lately, she’d started crawling into bed with me a few nights a week when she was really beat, and I’d hold her inmy arms and trace my fingers up and down her back until she fell asleep.

“I can come by Baby Blue now,” I said.

Ada was quiet on the other end of the phone. Shit. What did I do? “Weston?” she said. “Did you just refer to the job site as Baby Blue?”Shit.I was only supposed to call it that in my head.

“Um, yeah,” I said.

“Have you been calling it that in your head this whole time?”

I swallowed. “Yeah.”

She was quiet again for a few seconds before she said, “That is without a doubt the most perfect thing I have ever heard. I can’t believe you were keeping that all to yourself!”

“I’m sorry?”

“You should be! Now get your leather-chap-wearing ass over to Baby Blue so I can be mad at you in person.” She hung up before I could answer. I’d ridden Ziggy back to the Big House today, so instead of driving down to Baby Blue, I took Ziggy along the trails, and Waylon ran alongside us. I hadn’t been riding as much as I normally did while the renovation was happening. It was easier to drive.

Plus, driving meant guaranteed time with Ada in the evenings.

I wondered if Ada had ever been on a horse—something told me no. I thought about riding with her, having my thighs bracket her hips and having her pressed up against me.

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