Hunter greeted Sunday morning nursing a hell of a hangover. After Poppy had left the previous afternoon, hed turned around to find Rolly and the boys with more questions than he felt like answering. Hed shut them down with a glare and returned to the ranch house which was quiet as a tomb.
He hadnt intended to drink what was left in the half-full bottle of Jim Beam. Or had it been half-empty? That was a damn stupid argument, if you asked him. Any way you sliced it, hed drained that bottle dry, all the while replaying the last week in his mind.
What in the hell had possessed him to imagine that a city lawyer could come out to west butt-crack Idaho and fall in love with a cowboy like himself? Or better yet, that he could fall in love with her?
Now, in his kitchen, he fired up the coffee maker and attempted to keep his head from blowing apart.