In the weeks after Poppy left Idaho, Hunter threw himself into ranch work with unwavering gusto. He was up before dawn, working calls to markets in the east, distributors who were only too happy to purchase McFall beef. Normally, it was the business end of things that Hunter hated, but for now, he was glad for something to do when his dreams wouldnt let him sleep.
If he allowed his thoughts to stray, inevitably he saw himself looming over Poppy, accusing her of swindling him out of his land, telling her he didnt love her. Lying to her, really. Because hed loved her then, and damn it, he loved her now. That was the kind of fool he was. Which was why it was better to keep himself busy.