Page 67 of A Rancher's Heart
He should be mad. It was an invasion of privacy. It wasn’t her place to come in and do such a thing, especially not without asking permission.
But as he flipped open the journal he discovered there were no additional entries in the book. The last thing in there was in his somewhat legible handwriting.
Tucked between the pages, though, was a printout with the numbers from the statements on the side credenza. A running assessment, with no totals but a place to check off if the balances had been entered. She’d left that part blank, meaning her organization had gone only so far.
Still a stretch, but not as invasive as it could’ve been.
Caleb sat in the chair and considered hard. A riot of emotion rolled through him. The fierce passion he’d felt was still there, but it was muted with something else.
Looking around the room he realized she’d given him a gift he hadn’t expected.
Hell if he was smart enough to know what to do with it.
