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serious. No one
could live up to what she had in mind for her forever love. The man she had in
mind had dark hair, pretty blue or gray eyes, a kick-ass smile and a killer
body. He needed to be the same age as her or a little older. He’d have a great
job. Some money saved. Maybe even a retirement plan.
    A
giggle escaped her mouth. Didn’t she just have it all planned out even though
she had no prospects of a boyfriend, much less someone to settle down with.
    The
gate to Thunder Ridge came into view. She hit the buzzer on the com when she
drove up to the stone pillar.
    “Can
I help you?”
    “Terri
Kennedy. I’m a guest.”
    “Thank
you.”
    The
wrought iron bars slowly slid open. Interesting.
    Several
longhorn cattle grazed in the distance. A large home could be seen behind the
trees as she drove up the long driveway. Several smaller cabins stood to the
right when she pulled up in front of a three foot wall that separated the drive
from the walkways. “What a cool set of buildings.” A huge barn stood off to the
back and she could see several cowboys walking around the corral. It looked
like they were about to take a group of guests out on a ride. She’d have to
take one while she stayed here. It’d been years since she’d been on a horse.
    “Ma’am?”
    A
gorgeous looking cowboy stopped at her door. Dark hair framed his face and he
had the most amazing blue eyes she’d ever seen. They reminded her of crystal
blue water like you see in the pictures of the Caribbean. She opened her door.
“Hello.”
    “Can
I help you with your luggage?”
    “I
only have one suitcase, but if you’d like to grab it out of the back, I’ll get
my computer case. Thank you.”
    “My
pleasure, ma’am.”
    “And
you are?”
    “Joshua,
ma’am.”
    “Damn
you make me feel old with the ma’am stuff.”
    He
tipped his hat. “Sorry. It’s part of how I was raised,
ma’am.”
    “Thank
God for cowboys,” she murmured.
    “Ma’am?”
    “Oh,
nothing.” Joshua put her suitcase near the door
of the car as she grabbed her briefcase and computer bag from the backseat.
“Can you tell me where to check-in?”
    “Yes,
ma’am. I’ll take you in there.”
    “Thank
you.”
    She
followed the gorgeous cowboy up the walkway to the side door made of wood. The
damn thing must weigh a ton. He pushed it open and preceded her inside. “Follow
me.” They walked through what appeared to be a huge dining room with several
wooden picnic type tables and one huge table at the front of the room. A
staircase sat to the back leading up to what she assumed would be the guestrooms
in the main lodge. This is where George
said they had ghosts. She looked around quickly, but didn’t see anything. Stupid. Like they show themselves in the daytime!
    “Ma?” Joshua yelled. “I have a guest with me.”
    “I’m
in the office.”
    “Follow
me, please.” He led her around the coffee station, through a large archway and
into the hallway where she could see an office to the back of the room. “Here
you go.”
    “Thank
you, Joshua. I think I can handle it from here.”
    “All
right. This is my mother, Nina. She handles the guest
registration.” Joshua set her suitcase against the wall.
    “Terri
Kennedy,” she said, holding out her hand to shake Nina’s.
    “It’s
nice to meet you, Terri. Welcome to Thunder Ridge.” Nina glanced at the card on
her desk. “I have you in one of the outside guest cabins for a two week stay.
Correct?”
    “Yes.”
    “Great.
I just need your credit card and we’ll get your key.” Nina glanced at Josh.
“You can go back to work now, son. I can show Terri where she’ll be stayin’.”
    “Uh,
sure.” Josh looked back as he walked down the hall and ran
into the doorframe.
    She
giggled as he turned beet red.
    “He’s
a good man. You seemed to have turned his head.”
    “Apparently.”
    “What
are you hoping to accomplish while you stay here, Terri?”
    Shit! Did she somehow find out
about what I’m really
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