Chapter 13

“If I may be so bold to ask, what were you scampering around Blue Ranch for, Mr. Boxford?”

I thought for a second or two how to answer his question without coming across as questionable. I could lie and tell him that I found him sexy as hell and thought we might hit it off together over a hot cup of coffee. Instead, I decided to lie and tell him that I wanted to see his artwork and maybe purchase a piece for my office, and one for my Wolf Ridge Ranch home.

He cleared his throat, sat up in his seat in an assertive way, sipped his glass of water, and said, “I could arrange for you to see ten of my most recent pieces. Are you familiar with the Branding House?”