we please have coffee?” he asked. His mom always said, “If you don’t ask, you don’t get,” and he wanted Kinley. Or at least to spend a little more time flirting with her before he headed back to the ranch.
She sighed. “One coffee, and then that’s it. Okay?”
“Why will that be it?” he asked. “Maybe you’ll want to see me again.”
He grinned at her, and she shook her head. “I won’t have time. I’m here for business.”
“What business?” he asked. “Are you working at the NASA facility out on the Bar T?”
“No. I’m a wedding planner. I’m here to plan Hunter’s wedding,” she said.
“Well, I’ll be damned.”
“Yes, you will be,” she said. An emotion passed over her face but too quickly for him to interpret it.
The cashier signaled Kinley over, and Nate stood where he was and observed her. She’d changed more than just her wardrobe, he realized. There was a core of strength that he hadn’t noticed in her when they’d spent the weekend together. Maybe that was because they’d both been focused on having fun.
She concluded her business, and Nate stepped up to do his. He talked with Maggie, the cashier who’d been working the opening shift since before Nate had been born. When he was done, he looked around and noticed that Kinley was waiting for him by the exit.
She had her smartphone in her hand and was tapping out a message to someone. She’d pushed her sunglasses up on her head and was concentrating as she typed. She looked so serious.
He wondered what had happened in her life in the last three years and then realized he really had no right to find out. He’d ended their affair because her dad worked for his family and Nate wasn’t really big on monogamy or commitment.
But seeing her again reminded him of how good that weekend had been and how hard it had been to hang up on her when she’d called and said she wanted to see him again.
She glanced up as he approached her.
“I hate to do this, but I can’t make coffee this morning. I have to get my office set up here, and my boss has a potential couple scheduled for 10:00 a.m.”
“Rain check, then?” he asked.
“Yes, that would be great,” she said. She held her hand out to him.
She wanted to shake hands. Did she think this was a business deal? He took her hand, noticing how smooth and small it was in his big rough rancher hand. He rubbed his thumb over the back of her knuckles and then lifted her hand to his mouth to drop a kiss there.
“I’ll be in touch,” he said, turning and walking out of the bank. He went to his truck and realized his hangover was gone.
* * *
Kinley put Nate out of her mind as she unpacked the office and got the client meeting room set up. She glanced at her watch as she worked. The day care she’d signed Penny up for was two blocks down. Kinley wanted to get the room ready for the meeting with the basketball player and his fiancée and then go to see Penny before the meeting.
Her thoughts drifted back to Nate.
Damn.
He’d surprised her. Though she’d known she would run into him, she hadn’t been prepared for it to be today. She’d sort of hoped to establish herself here first. She stood in the doorway and looked at the table she’d set up with a variety of faux cakes and flower arrangements.
Her phone rang and she glanced down. It was Jacs on the Skype app. She answered the call.
“Do you hate me now that you’re back there?” Jacs asked.
“No. I don’t hate you. But I could have used a little more time before seeing the client this morning,” Kinley said.
“Sorry about the rush, kid, but these two are hot to get married. They want to expedite the timeline but still make sure everything is one of a kind. You are going to have to really work your contacts to get this done. But I have confidence in you. Also don’t let Bridezilla bully you. She was full on this morning with me.”
“I won’t,” Kinley said. Actually, it would be good to get straight to work. “I’m seeing the local baker this afternoon for the Caruthers-Gainer wedding. If she doesn’t work, I’m going to see if I can get Carine to fly in from LA.”
“Good. Do you need anything from the office here?” Jacs asked.
“I might after I talk to my ten o’clock. We still have the dress from the O’Neill-Peterson cancellation. She was very demanding. Maybe it will work for this bride if she doesn’t know it was designed for another woman,” Kinley said.
“I like your thinking. I’ll have Lori email the sketches so you can use them,” Jacs said. “Have a good one.”
Jacs disconnected the call, and Kinley gave the room a final once-over. She nibbled on her bottom lip as she realized that she was rubbing the back of her right hand...the hand Nate had kissed.
She shook her head. This was a horrible idea. For one thing, she’d never really gotten over him. She hadn’t been pining over him; she was too sensible for that, or at least that’s what she told herself. But she still thought about him.
Still remembered all the things that had gone on in that big king-size bed in the Vegas penthouse suite. Sometimes she woke up in a sweat thinking about Nate.
Usually it only took a moment to shove those thoughts away. She’d been telling herself that he wasn’t as good-looking as she’d remembered, but the way those faded jeans had hugged his butt this morning had confirmed he was.
And the spark of awareness that had gone through her, awakening desires that had been dormant since she’d given birth to her daughter, couldn’t be ignored. Maybe it was like Willa had suggested to her last month. It was time to start dating again.
Yes, that was it. She’d find a nice guy, a townie, and ask him out for a drink. Or maybe she’d go to the local bar and see if she could find someone...to do what? She wasn’t the party girl she’d once been.
She was a mom, and frankly the idea of going out and hooking up sounded like too much work—and not the kind she wanted to do.
She left the office, grabbing her purse and keys on the way out and locking the door behind her. She needed to see Penny.
Her daughter grounded her and made her remember what was really important.
As she walked down the streets of the historic district, she took stock of how far she’d come. When her parents had divorced, Kinley was a tomboy, the daughter of a housekeeper for one of the wealthiest families in Cole’s Hill. Now she was living in one of the houses her mom used to clean and planning a wedding for the son of her father’s boss. She felt like she’d come a long way.
Not that there had been anything wrong with her parents’ careers, but she was different. She always had been.
She entered the day care facility and was shown
