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Chapter One

Kelly Turner hada nice buzz going on, and it wasn’t from the alcohol she’d consumed. No, the pleasant feeling flowing through her was from the company she was keeping. Macy and Charlotte Cooper were so much fun. Gage, Charlotte’s husband, had greeted them at Silver Spurs when they’d arrived, wrapping his arms around his wife and kissing her so passionately, Kelly had blushed on their behalf. He’d then proceeded to take their daughter so Charlotte could enjoy her lunch. Without a doubt, if Gavin had been there, he would’ve kissed Macy just as passionately.

“Before I could stop her, Oil Slick jumped on the kitchen counter and proceed to swipe the piece of cooked chicken I’d taken out to cut up for my salad. When I complained to Gage, he just picked up the cat and crooned that his precious Oil Slick would never do anything like that.”

Kelly laughed. “I still can’t get my head around Gage Cooper being owned by a cat.”

“Trust me, he totally is. But”—Charlotte paused and took a sip of her drink—“it’s kind of sweet. Oil Slick seems to know when he turns the car into the driveway. She races to the door, and the second he opens it, she’s rubbing up his leg, begging to picked up. Soon she’ll have competition when Jacqui starts walking.”

Kelly sighed inwardly at the picture Charlotte was painting. That was the type of life she’d always imagined she’d have. The husband, kids, and pets. Everyone excited to see him when he got home from work. Her elusive husband kissing the kids’ cheeks, petting the dog and cat, and then his eyes would find her and a special sparkle would enter them. A sparkle just for her. He’d stroll across the room to her, pull her close, and kiss her with a passion that only increased over time.

This man would be her true soul mate.

She closed her eyes and her mystery husband’s face formed fully in her imagination.

Tate Prentice.

What? No way.

A gasp escaped and her eyes flew open to find Charlotte and Macy looking at her, concerned expressions on their faces.

“Is everything okay, Kelly?” Macy asked, leaning across the table and placing her hand on Kelly’s arm. “You look like you’ve seen a vase full of dead flowers on a bridal table.”

Kelly spluttered. A vase of dead flowers would’ve been preferable to the image of Tate Prentice as her husband. Why the hell was she even giving him space in her mind? The chances of him playing happy family with her were as likely as her winning the lottery. So what if his recent visits to her shop had set her heart fluttering, a reaction that made no sense to her at all. “I’m fine. Just remembered that I hadn’t responded to an email. It’s okay. Nothing to worry about.” She was rambling, and from Charlotte and Macy’srightlooks, her friends didn’t believe her. But they were good enough to let it fly.

Grabbing her drink, she took a long swallow. She really needed to go on a date. Anything to get the vision of Tate Prentice as her husband out of her mind. There were slim pickings of good-looking guys sitting by themselves at the bar when they’d walked in. With Gage bringing his business headquarters to Sweet Ridge, she had hoped there would be more opportunities for her. Then again, she hadn’t been actively looking, so how would she really know who was available? Time to change that.

In the corner, opposite from where they sat, she spied Tate’s older brother Tyler at a table, a folder in front of him and an intense look on his face.

Out of the three brothers, Tyler had always been the one who acted like the world was against him. He was as good-looking as Tate and Trey, but there was not one iota of spark or interest flaring to life inside her. Unlike when she looked at Tate. Ugh, she needed to stop. Tate was younger than her, and with his reputation around town, he was still in that playing-the-field phase of life. A phase she’d left far behind. Although she hadn’t done much playing when she’d been younger. She was beginning to sense a pattern about her love life.

Thinking about it, her ideal man would be someone older who had a bit of life experience. Edwin had been the same age as her and she’d thought they were a great match. Wrong. Oh, how she’d been so wrong about her ex and his lifestyle.

“There was another reason I wanted to meet with you today, Kelly.” The teasing tone had exited Macy’s voice and Kelly gripped her glass a little tighter. Everything in her was screaming for her to run away.

“Okay. This sounds serious.”

“Not really. What I’m about to ask is going to be a big task. And I know it’s short notice, but if anyone can pull it together you can.”

The more Macy talked, the more apprehensive Kelly became. What did her friend want of her? “Okay, I’ll listen, but I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to do what you want me to do.”

A chair scraped over the floor and Kelly looked to her right. She should have controlled the urge. Tate Prentice had walked in and was sitting down at the table with his brother. He took off his cowboy hat and ran his fingers through his brown hair, giving it the just-out-of-bed look instead of the flatness from wearing his hat. Tate chose that moment to look over at her, and his eyes widened with shock at seeing her. He nodded and just the corners of his mouth quirked up and dammit, her heart gave a little flutter at the gesture.

Hell, she needed to get control of herself. This was beyond ridiculous.

With a concentrated effort she returned his smile and then turned back to look at her friends. Both had sly little grins on their faces.

Now would be the perfect time for a sinkhole to open up beneath her chair and suck her down. No way was she going to be able to get away by answering her friends with a vague response.

“What?” she asked, trying to feign innocence.

“That was an interesting exchange between you and Tate Prentice. Anything you want to tell us?” Charlotte asked before clamping her straw in her mouth and taking a long sip. If it was an attempt to hide her smile, it failed miserably.

“Nope. He’s just been coming into my store a lot recently to buy flowers. Wants a different arrangement each week.”

“Hmm, I hadn’t heard he got himself a girlfriend,” Macy mused, looking over at the table where the Prentice brothers sat. Kelly resisted the urge to glance over to see if they were looking at them.

“You think he has one girlfriend? Just look at him and you have heard about his reputation, right? I’m sure he’s got many girlfriends.” Damn, she hadn’t been able to keep the snark out of her voice. Not to mention how telling it was to comment about his looks.