longer than hers. Ten minutes into the run, she broke out into a sweat trying to keep up. After another ten minutes she was lagging, but as soon as he noticed, he slowed his pace. “You want to head back?” he asked.
“Not on your life,” she answered. “And don’t slow down for me. You can go on ahead.”
He wasn’t hard to watch from behind. He wore a Rangers baseball cap flipped backward on his head, a black tank exposing thick, tanned, muscular arms and a pair of gray sweatpants. Stripped down like this, the cowboy could pass for a city dude.
“Nah, I like the company.”
“Don’t ruin your workout for me.”
“You’re only making it better, Laurie Loo.”
She laughed at his attempt at charm, but did appreciate him slowing down a bit. At this point, he’d taken her past his stables and corrals and then down a service road. The dawn air was cool but the sunshine overhead promised to dry out all the places the storm had muddied the day before.
She was able to take in more of the Stone Ridge scenery at this much slower pace than during yesterday’s drive in the Jeep. They passed green pastures, lush from spring rain, with cattle grazing in groups. Every so often Cooper would lead her through a patch of shade from an oak or mesquite tree, providing temporary shelter from the dawn sunshine.
As they were rounding a bend, the lake came into view, a picturesque vision of tall trees reflecting off the waters lit by a stream of sunshine. Glossy and smooth as glass, the small lake was postcard ready and a perfect place to speak vows.
Lauren stopped running. “Oh, Coop.”
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