Chapter 91: Ambition

Glancing in the rearview mirror, Poppy could see the rancher still standing where she’d left him. She tightened her grip on the steering wheel and willed her pulse to slow down.

Overall, she felt that her presentation had gone well. She’d remembered the talking points she’d rehearsed all the way from New York. And her technology had performed glitch-free, thank the heavens. In her black and white pencil skirt and blouse ensemble, she’d felt confident and professional.

Stepping in cow shit, though. Poppy rolled her eyes. Fuck! If she could just take back that moment…

He hadn’t seemed too perturbed by it, or by her potty mouth, either, although she couldn’t shake the notion he found her amusing.